My husband got to go to Harvard. He was going to be a doctor and he decided he didn't want to do that. He wanted to go home, back to the farm. So we're not from stupid people, but some people think you are.

He used to take his quart thermos mug full of coffee when he left the house - I didn't know this for years. He’d get down the road and pour it out and fill it full of vodka. And that's what he sipped on all day long. He was a high scaffold man in those refineries. Those little old tall things go round around like that. That's what he used to do. Drinking that vodka all day long.

See when Jackie drank he got mean. I stayed in the hospital lots of times. I couldn't see or walk where he’d beat the shit out of me. He bought him a gun, he was going to shoot me. I packed up the kids and we went down the road to the drive-in and drank some soda waters, and we decided to come back home. He shot hisself. He didn't die for 15 days.

I've been married five times. I've buried five husbands. You don't divorce them - they come back and aggravate you. That's a joke.

Now I’m a momma of five, grandmother of seventeen, great-grandmother of twenty-eight. Great-great-grandmother of six. Great-great-great grandmother of eight. And I’ve buried a couple of them, but not many.

We talk about it. And my younger son told me the other night, we all met over at the park a couple of weeks ago. I asked him, I said, Douglas, “When do you think we'll see each other again?” He said, “Momma, when someone dies, it'll be a funeral.” See, the kids are in their 60s. And he said, some of us are not in good health. He said, you probably be burying us all.

 I said, I hope not. I don't want to do that.