Dear Beulah Mae, Ain't as good as Uncle's Cherried Herrings for what ails you, but that Pepto Bismol stuff is powerful tonic, I gotta admit. I be feeling a sight better, so I'll get back to tell you how we is observing this Day of Feeding, Feuding, and Flying the Flag. Anyways, I was telling you about the 'tater salad Chatty Cathy served up once we done finished scraping the corn cobs off our plates. Buelah gal, were do I start? You know I'd never say a right unkind thing about our cousin, but that concoction of hers was the most disgraceful looking mess of stuff I ever laid my old eyes on. It was worse than the time Miz McCornmac put Miracle Whip in the chicken salad she was carrying to the monthly meeting of The Herb Ladies. Poor McCormac, she's never been invited back. I hear tell that she's just shriveled up and taken up with some foreign fellow and the both of them's gotten themselves all tied up with them Spice Gals in Hollywood. It's a pity; Lord, it's a pitty. The real shame of what Chatty did to them 'taters is that her very own mama came into this world through potato portals of Ide-Hoe! Now, MaPat got herself to Texas just as soon as it was fitting and says she don't remember too much about 'taters, but I got my suspicions that MaPat was just burning for shame seeing her gal child serve them 'taters to all the kin and company. Now hush up Beulah.I know you're sitting there thinking that DeDe ain't never gonna come to the point and I know you is itching to know what was wrong with them 'taters. Hold your horse tracess, gal; I'm getting to it. I gots to work up to this kind of declamation and defamation real slow. Might give myself an attack of the vapors otherwise. I think I'm gonna go get me some Cherried Herrings this time. Be back just as soon as I finish pittin' em and tossing out the bones. I'll give you a hint about Chatty's 'taters though: She didn't listen to her County Agent. And that's a fact. Your cousin DeDe