I guess Spring is really here. Aunt Betty called. She just checked out eight hens and one rooster from the chicken library where she lives up in Kansas. The rooster hangs out with his favorite hen, so Aunt Betty named them Bonnie and Clyde. I guess it’s not really a chicken library, but that’s how it works for Aunt Betty. She has a deal worked out with one of her neighbors to get chickens in the nice weather, returning them for the winter. She has the pleasure of chickens and eggs without the misery of over-wintering them. What a great neighbor!
On our recent trip, Buzzy had a great time visiting family. Lest I mislead you, I never claimed he was a brave dog. He ran from some house cats, but they were bob-tailed. In his defense, He’d never seen a bob-tailed cat and was unsure how dangerous they might prove to be. He walked into a swimming pool by accident, his first experience with one. He was an excellent swimmer, but had no idea how to get out. He seemed to enjoy his little swim.
His introduction to Aunt Beulah’s chickens was hysterical. He was waiting expectantly when she opened the door to the hen house. When Bonnie and Clyde strutted out, he set a new land-speed record for American Eskimo Dogs, if there wasn’t one before. I believe he would have passed up Greyhounds trying to escape those bobbling fowl, even though they showed no interest whatsoever in him.
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Mother and BuzzyMy son John lives to torment my mother. Buzzy, our American Eskimo Dog sheds incessantly, making up vacuum every day to stay ahead of him. One day my husband Bud noticed a big paper bag on the mantle stuff full of Buzzy’s combings, hair pulled from his brush, and hair swept from the floor. Amazed, Bud asked, “What in the world is this bag of dog hair doing up here?”
Mother chimed in, “Oh, that’s Buzzy’s hair I saved up for your sweater.”
This was the first Bud had heard of his dog hair sweater. He thought maybe Mother had finally come unhinged. “What dog hair sweater?”
“The one you’re going to get the woman at work to make for you out of Buzzy’s hair.” Mother thought Bud was losing it. “John told me to be careful to gather up all the hair I could find every time I came over so that woman you work with…
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The next day, Lucille got a letter and read it to Jenny over lunch. “Oh listen to this. It’s from Cousin Sally, Aunt Lucy’s daughter. Remember I told you Aunt Lucy had her widowed daughter and grandchildren livin’ with her. Well, this is the one. I sure was crazy about her. Me and Velma run around with her a lot while I stayed there. Anyway, listen to this:
I hope this finds you well. I made you a copy of that dishtowel embroidery pattern of Mama’s you wanted. Remember how she done it up in yellow and blue to match them dishes she got down at the Five and Dime with her birthday money that time? I done some for a wedding gift for Maybelline’s daughter, Jessie’s wedding shower. She acted like she really liked them. I done two pair, one in blue and green and one pair in yellow and orange. They didn’t look as good as Mama’s but the girl seemed like she liked them. She said that’s the first bit of needlework anybody give her yet. Used to didn’t nobody have no money to buy nothing, so I never got the habit of buying gifts I could make. Bless her heart, if I was the gossiping type, I’d say that that gal’s going to need a baby shower soon, but that ain’t Christian, so I won’t.
My garden is doing real good. I already put up two hundred jars of tomato vegetable soup and fifty quarts of peas. That soup will be real good this winter when we ain’t had nothing fresh in a while. I can add a little meat when I get tired of it plain, but I never got the habit of needing meat every meal. I know you remember we had meat it was just on Sunday, and then it was probably just an old hen that had quit laying Mama didn’t want to feed no more. Boy, I was scared to death of them chickens after Mama cut their head off. Lots of times they’d run in circles till they just dropped over. I never thought much of something it didn’t need a head, especially after that one run me up under the porch. I had nightmares about that for years. You and Velma laughed like that was the funniest thing you ever seen. I hid every time Mama killed a chicken after that.
Mavis (“That’s her daughter, Jenny”) is expecting in the next couple of weeks. I am supposed go stay a few weeks after the baby comes to help out. Soon as she found out she was thataway she made me promise to come. She sent me a ticket last week. I’m all packed just waiting to hear the baby is here. I made arrangements with Myrtis down bus stop to git the mailman to let me know. He always runs by nine and that would give me time to get to the noon bus. It’ll get me to Bonneville by four and they can have somebody pick me up. I sure hope they have a girl this time. Them four boys is cute but Mavis is sure wanting another girl after she lost that baby girl last year that was a blue baby. She ain’t got over it yet. She says she’s carrying this one high like she did Brenda. I’m hoping she’ll be too busy to keep on mourning. It sure was a blessing when she found out she was thataway about two weeks after Brenda died. They would have been about sixteen months apart. I’m worried about her, but I believe she’ll be okay. Don’t forget to keep praying for her.
I better close. You can write back to me at Mavis’s house at the same address you used last time. I’ll let you know how things go. Keep in touch.
Well, ain’t that nice she’s gittin’ to go stay with Mavis. She was real worried about her after she lost her baby. She wouldn’t git out of the bed for about three weeks till her husband told her she had to. Sally said she walked around like a ghost till she found out this new baby was coming. Sally was real worried about her. I thought I wanted to die after your daddy got in trouble and Jimmy died, but I knew I had to scrap around and figure out some way to take care of you. After that, I was workin’ so hard I just felt numb. I do believe Uncle Marsh helping me git that dishwashing job saved me. When I wasn’t workin’ I was so tired I staggered to the bed and passed out, then got up and did it again. My best days was Monday’s when the café was closed. I just lived to go see you on Mondays.” Lucille mused.
Jenny broke in, “Oh Mama, you’ll never know how I looked forward to your visits. I was about the only kid who ever had a regular visitor. It made me feel so special. Sometimes we’d all be in the to the classroom and a couple would come in. We weren’t supposed to know, but they were looking for a child. All the kids would be looking at each other, real excited, hoping to get a chance to shine. Later they’d whisper, wondering if they’d be chosen. Once in a while, a kid would be called to meet folks, and we’d be buzzing, wondering if they’d be adopted. I felt so happy, knowing I had you. It put me in a special class all to myself. Once in a great while another kid would be lucky enough to have a visitor, but no one else had a mama who came every Monday. You always reminded me we’d be together again with Daddy. I didn’t much remember him, but I always held onto the idea of going home.