They grew up hard. Five brothers, and three sisters, with a mom
and a dad, both working long hours to fight off poverty; with little time for
church or religion. The most important rule of the house was no cussing or
swearing, none whatsoever. Hence, the
phrase was invented by the family, “God Bless It Anyway.”
Anytime something went
wrong in the kitchen, these four words could be heard exploding out of mother’s
mouth. As she opened the door of the cabinet, the pots and pans would rush out,
squealing and scraping against each other competing to see who would get to the
floor first. “God Bless It Anyway,” mother would yell time and time again.
The entire family had to
agree. In the large neighborhood of houses that were designed and spread out to
look like tentacles, they had the holiest kitchen, if not the holiest house in
their community.
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