Farewell Elly Mae

By Jim Hagarty
2015

Elly Mae Clampett is gone and so are my chances of ever skinny dipping with her in the see-ment pond, something I had hoped to someday do. Thanks Donna Douglas for all the fun you helped create for so many millions of people over the years.

My family and I still watch The Beverly Hillbillies on DVD and laugh like crazy. Elly Mae, I love how you tormented your poor cousin Jethro who had a healthy respect for your “wrassling” abilities. How you managed to hang him by the heels from the front verandah of your mansion I will never know but thanks for doing it.

I loved the big oaf too but let’s face it, he was as thick as a brick.

Your Pa had his hands full trying to feminize you but all he really had to do was have you stand next to Miss Jane Hathaway and the job was done.

You aged well as have your shows which make up maybe the best sitcom ever. I hope there are lots of possums and grits to eat in Heaven and plenty of critters to befriend. Say hi to Granny and Jed.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.