Greetings from Poosey.
Lillian Ferguson was a flibberjibbet. No other word for it. When I was a young girl growing up in Poosey, Lillian provided hours of pleasure and amusement for the neighborhood by simply being herself. She was the most innocently audacious woman I’d ever met and she reached the zenith of her idiocy when she’d hang her underwear on the clothesline.
Most folks in those days still used