What do you get when you have a large, zany, pure Southern bred family? A family with eight children, all six daughters named after a flower, and “because we don’t hide our crazy,” an eccentric live-in Granny? Well, you get my family, the O’Hara’s.
While it’s not always easy being the second youngest O’Hara sister in this lively bunch, there is never a dull moment. In fact, more often than not, life within the O’Hara household is downright hilarious. From sitting down for Sunday dinners or heaven help us, listening to Granny B’s dating advice, the O’Hara family will not disappoint.
Better yet, what happens when my four outrageous older sisters join forces to take matters into their hands? Let me introduce you to Queen, Lily, Rose, and Violet, along with our illustrious Granny B, each having a colorful personality, dishing out their own ways of taking care of business, Southern Sister Style.
Pepper Lynne currently lives in Alabama with her husband, 3 dogs, (a 16 year old Pomeranian, 7 year old Golden Retriever and a 1 year old Pyrenees/Border Collie rescue that loves to photo bomb) and 3 children she lovingly refers to as “those people.” Growing up in a large family with 5 sisters and 2 brothers, there was always something to laugh about and is where Pepper attributes her sense of humor and inspiration. Pepper is an avid reader that also loves cooking, hanging out with her family, floating in the pool with friends, doing anything at the beach and watching college football.
We all know once you marry a man, they suddenly begin thinking they are our mommas. Trying to tell us what to do, what to say on the phone, listening and making comments to private conversations we attempt to have with others. And sometimes, they even have the nerve to tell us what to wear. They are always tending. Tending to our business. I don’t know why they do it; just that they do. When our Momma says, ‘My momma said for me to…’ We know she’s talking about Daddy. I can’t begin to tell you how often I’ve heard Momma telling Daddy or my sisters telling the men in their own lives, that they are n’not their Mommas’, they ‘have a momma and don’t need another one’, or else the men ‘can all go live with their mommas.’
I, one of the youngest of the eight siblings, am Daisy. Yes, I said Daisy. Momma named all us girls after flowers, always telling folks that we were her garden of lovelies. Believe me when I say our parents have a sense of humor. So there’s Queen, Lily, Parker (Lily’s twin brother), Rose Violet, Daisy (myself), Poppy, and Bubba. Yep, we have a Bubba. Living in the South, no matter how hard you fight it, sooner or later, one is going to crop up in every family. Trust me, I think it’s best if you get to pick who it’s going to be. Besides, he’s the baby, so in some odd way I guess that makes it okay.
I’m sure you’ve heard the saying that ‘In the South, we don’t hide our crazy; we put them out on the front porch, give them some sweet tea, and let them wave at everybody.’ Well in case you’ve never heard that or let alone see it, let me tell you about Beulah…
…we were hanging on every word between Mrs. Jones and Momma and at one point, Queen popped Parker on the back of the head, whispering, ‘Stop breathing so loud, we can’t hear… ‘Billy was doing what he could, at my request(Violet’s 6th grade teacher) to inspire these children on what they could be if they so put their minds to it. I must add, you would be proud to know that some of my students have great aspirations to go on and better themselves to be politicians, writers, and even the President of the United States. So, Mrs. O’Hara, you can only imagine my utter shock and embarrassment, when Billy asked Violet what she would like to be when she grew up and she answered ‘tawdry.’ (For those of you that don’t know, tawdry is southern for scandalous.) Now, we didn’t get to hear the rest of the conversation because Queen spewed her food across the table, hitting Lily right in the face…
My Review –
Oh my goodness! If you read through the snippets just now, you know you are in for one heck of a good laugh when you read What Happens with the Sisters. It truly depicts our Southern roots and families and you will be entertained for hours with the stories in this book.
Honest to goodness, you will laugh until you cry so you had better sit down with the box of Kleenex tissues before you even begin reading! Being from the South and all too familiar with the eccentricities of Southern people, I can without a doubt tell you, the author has it going on. Pepper Lynne is from the South and she writes about the typical Southern family, Bubba and all.
I loved the book and if you love Southern humor, this is a good match for you. There were a few grammatical errors in the book, but they did not detract from the story. The writing is really good and funny.
I am rating What Happens with the Sisters five stars, but just know that What Happens with the Sisters is all for sharing in the South.
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