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    I ran into the house behind her and I could hear Fred yelling for his Mama. Mama stomped into the living room, marched over to the couch and grabbed Aunt Bonny by the hair and yanked her up.
   “DID YOU CALL ME WHITE TRASH?” Mama was snorting with rage.  Daddy started to stand up but froze in a half squat hanging onto the chair arms.
    “Whuuu…what?  What are you doing?  Let go my hair, bitch!” Aunt Bonny took a swing at Mama and caught her on cheekbone.  The next thing we knew, they were rolling in the floor.  Hair was being pulled and there was spit and snot flying.  Mama’s dress was hiked up under her armpits, and Lucy, Ethel and little Ricky were crying and screaming with terror.  Janie, Mama Pope’s overweight Chihuahua dog was nippin’ at the kids and barking at the wriggling wad of people on the floor, back and forth.  Kids then Aunt Bonny then back to the kids and then to Mama.  Then she got kicked clean across the room, but set right back into them.  She looked like a bad stick of rag baloney.
    Mama Pope came running out of the kitchen wearing oven mitts and carrying a skillet of cornbread, fresh from the oven. We were all locked up, standing there watching them fight and roll around on the floor.  Daddy had broke out of his squatting position, and had made his way over to the fight.  They were screaming at each other, but you couldn’t understand a word they were saying.  They sounded like a couple of runaway chainsaws. Every once in a while Daddy would lean over like he was going to grab Mama, but he would draw back when she came close like she was going to take off his arm or something.  Mama Pope shoved the hot skillet into Uncle Benny’s hands and he promptly dropped it on the floor.  Then she ran right up to where they were squirming around.
    “You two get up from there right this minute!  You are ruining my fresh waxed floor!  Janie get back! Oh Lord, Almighty, Stop it!”  Mama Pope was leaning over yelling at them, kind of dancing a jig and trying to keep from getting knocked down.  Janie had commenced to biting at Mama Pope, too.
    I looked up and saw Daddy run out of the room toward the back of the house.  Nothing was stopping the fight.  Janie had a mouthful of Aunt Bonny’s hair and was yanking on it like a pull toy.  Uncle Benny yelled, “GET THE HOSE!”, but Mama Pope let out a blood curdling scream.  “IIIIEEEE, NO, NO, NO, DON’T GET THE HOSE!”  About that time, Daddy re-appeared with a quilt.  He ran up to the fight and threw it over the entire pile, dog and all.  Then he jumped on it and started calling us to get on with him.  Next thing I knew, Daddy, me, Fred, and Uncle Benny were laying on top of the covered heap hanging on for dear life. Mama Pope was holding her head, the kids were still squalling and you could make out ol’ Janie still yanking on Aunt Bonny’s hair under the quilt.  The wiggling slowed to a stop.  It had been one hell of a fight!
    Everybody was out of breath, except Lucy and Ethel and they were still bawling their eyes out.  We all got up and tried to regain our composure as best we could.  Mama Pope was surveying the room and sizing up the collateral damage.  A broke coffee table, an unidentified liquid on the floor, Janie was blinking one eye real bad, and the hot skillet of cornbread had burned the linoleum.  Mama got up and pulled her dress back down where it was supposed to be.  Aunt Bonny sat up in the floor and pushed her dog-slobbered hair out of her face.
    “I’m disowning ever one of you!” Mama Pope declared.  “Get out of my house now!  I’m disbanding this family as of right now!”
    I didn’t know you could do that, disbanding a family and all, but we gathered up our stuff and headed out.  Nobody said a word.  When we got into the car, Mama rolled down her window and lobbed a Tupperware bowl of potato salad over the roof and onto the hood of Uncle Benny’s new Lincoln.
    “Ruby, I wanted some of that potato salad and you just wasted it!  Coy, Jr. get out and get that bowl.”
    “Shut up and DRIVE, Coy, or I’ll KICK your ass!”  And she’d do it, too.

    Buddy, Sunday after the reunion will go down in history as the longest day endured by common man.  If Mama wasn’t calling somebody on the phone, it was ringing off the wall.  Some kinda way everybody in town had heard about the big fight and family fracas.  Me and Daddy weren’t allowed to speak to Mama unless it was to ask permission to do something.  And it was a certainty that permission would be denied.  There wasn’t any lunch or supper prepared, so we had to “root hog or die” twice in one day.  Later on that evening we tried to watch Bonanza, but every five seconds Mama would yell to turn down the TV cause she couldn’t hear herself think.  Mama felt this was a time for unity in the troops.  The Battle at Pope Ridge was apparently only the prelude to the war that was coming. With every phone call battle lines were being drawn and the troops rallied.

Chapter 2. The Family Reunion and Its Aftermath (part 4)