Let The Stories Begin...

As you may recall if you've read my posts or my Facebook page, then you know I'm writing a book about my illustrious ancestors. 

The reward poster (above) is of my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandma. She said she was Not Guilty, and didn't stick around to get lynched.


The Backstory (or at least HER side of the story) is this:


When some jerks (using current lingo) chopped off the tails of some of her prize horses, she went and did an Annie Oakley on their asses bodies. And then she took off riding like the wind until she boarded a boat and headed to Japan.


Why would jerks do such a thing to her horses? Because horse hair is very valuable and used for bridles & belts. Plus they were probably drunk. 

As she galloped away, she was overheard to say,

"This ain't no crime, this ain't no jig, this ain't no fooling around..."

These words were later transformed into the lyrics of a famous song, altered into current lingo:


"This ain't no party, this ain't no disco, this ain't no fooling around..."