Being born in the mountains

Howdy yall, thought I would write some more and start wherin I was raised and how.  These here things Ill be putting down are things I havent spoken of ever.  Not one time to anyone but my daddy was such a bastard he needen be put in his place forn I go.  More to that later.  First off good things imma smeeling here!  I been brewing the last few batches of the recipe.  Always hated the smeel of yeast,  but made myself look at like plummers musin think the smeel of manure is like gold, eh?  Now Ive gottin good at the math involved here.  Some of others in my profession think an tell ya that its aliken to art.  In my opinion it's the math precicley done thatn do it for you.  You want those measurin to do a good job... real careful like, savvy?
Well here I a go... I was born in the after harvest season, and since figure it was end of October sometime, and halloween my favorite holday.  I told them at the courthouse that it was holloween when I was born.  It took a while to get any type of paprs cuzzn the fact my pappy hated the law an govrnment.  They would come out toin our land evry few years an find out how many morin them ( my last name ) had a callin.  Then my daddy be so mad he would beat anyone close enough to grab.  So my mamma would get us all don up and take us to the town.  We would get ice cream too.  She must of felt bad about us gettin beat on so much.  I sure did love my mamma.  She went blind and tried to light the stove with the kerosene oil and it caught her.  She burned to death when I was 12.  I still don't understand how noone was at home.  There was always somin bein ther.  Now I dont feel like a writen much.

Passing on secret recipe

My name is Hoot.  Now that there is a nickname I got back right after the War.  I was born in North Carolina in 1928.  I had 14 brothers and sisters and will tell you in time, all about them.  They make up an important part of the recipe.  By the way, speaking of the recipe.  If you thought you could git on here an make some money on some old mans mountain dew, well, yourn going have to listen to a mans end first.  I'm tired, you see?  Earned my rest and aim to take it but forn I go, well, I haven't anyone to share with and need to tell my story.  Need to have some understanding, understand?  We'll git to the shine in good time, savvy?  Ok, good start.  More later.  Yours old pappy , Hoot