Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Margie: Edna, remember this corn field? We'd want fresh corn and we'd get our beaus to go borrow some.
Edna: Margie, there's nothing like the taste of locally grown corn, and they didn't use all those pesticides back then, either.
Margie: That's the truth. Remember how we'd bring the corn home and help Mama shuck it? She'd cut it off the cob and fry it up in that old iron skillet of grandma's.
Edna: My favorite was when we'd have those big corn boils after church and invite the neighbors over. Then Daddy would get out his fiddle after dinner and we'd all dance on the porch. I wish folks still did that.
Margie: Sister, you do make me laugh sometimes. Everybody loved it when Daddy got out the fiddle. What good fun we did have.
There was so little crime then, Edna, because we made things to do. We didn't go looking to find mischief. Remember how you loved to dance barefoot and Daddy thought you would shame the family?
Edna: Margie, Daddy never thought that and you know it! You're the one who practically accused me of dancing barefoot down Main Street, when you know good and well that I only did that on the porch. My lands, how you can taint such a wonderful memory is beyond me.
Margie: What's beyond me, Edna, is how you try to make people believe you were a saint when you know I know better.
Daddy said I'd have been a nun if we'd been Catholic but we weren't so there went my career.
Edna: I do believe you misunderstood Daddy; what he did was threaten to send you to a convent, usually at least once a week. Trust you to miss a detail like that.
Margie: That's it, Edna. I'm not talking to you anymore today.
Edna: Well, glory hallelujah folks, if I'd known it was this easy to get her to stop talking to me, I'd have said that years ago! Let's just enjoy the silence for a while, shall we?
*photo courtesy of Sharon, CT Daily Photo