Matthew got a few whuppings of his own growing up, for things like telling one of his two brothers that he hated him, or saying the two words “I can’t.” These were important lessons and values learned. This was how they got through to one another.

His dad broke his mom’s middle finger on four separate occasions, after she’d stuck it in his face.

In the end, Matthew’s mom and dad got two divorces. The next moment, they were on the floor making love. They stalked each other around the room until ketchup-covered Katy finally dropped the knife, blood-soaked Jim dropped the ketchup, and the two passionately embraced each other. “Touché!” Jim said as he danced around the kitchen. As he waved it around, streaks of ketchup came out and splashed against Katy. Then she grabbed a knife, threatening to cut him “ wide open.” Jim, blood gushing down his face and onto his shirt, grabbed a ketchup bottle and held it as if it were a sword and he was a matador. But Katy continued to bark at him, calling him “fat man,” and throwing heaping spoonfuls of mashed potatoes onto his plate, until Jim stood up and threw the table into the air.Īs he approached her, he said, “You can’t leave well enough alone, can ya, Katy?” But when he got close, Katy picked up the phone, swung it into his face, and broke his nose. When Jim asked for more potatoes, Katy replied, “Sure you want more potatoes, fat man?” At first, Jim didn’t take the bait. Everyone else had already eaten, so Katy brought out a plate of food that had been kept warm in the oven. Jim had just gotten home from a long day at work. Matthew recalls a particularly eventful clash between his parents in 1974, when he was five years old. Why not just tell the truth? Well, as she put it, “who’d wanna be from a place called Altoona?”īoth parents had some unorthodox ideas that they passed down to their children, and their relationship with each other was combative, to say the least. His mom, Katy, was from Altoona, Pennsylvania, but told everyone she was from Trenton, New Jersey. Matthew McConaughey’s father, Jim, was born in Louisiana, but the family settled in Texas, where he hustled to make it rich as a pipe salesman in the oil business. The family can be traced backward from New Orleans, to West Virginia, to Liverpool in England, all the way back to their home country of Ireland. Cattle thieves, gamblers, even a bodyguard for the infamous Chicago gangster Al Capone. The McConaughey clan has had its fair share of outlaws in the past.

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