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When I Was 'N'eater---short, true story
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
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When I Was ‘N’eater Tripping along, bending at the knee, grabbing those yummy, yummy red strawberries. Mmmm, there’s another one! Oh, so sweet; and another, just for me. *** Dust on my shoes, and bits of mud, too, Uncle’s garden is the best! Rows and rows of sweet strawberries, biggest ones I’ve ever seen. Paying no mind to bees or bugs, never noticing Willamette Valley slugs. Just picking those berries and eatin’ ‘em all, from the plants so green and wonderfully tall. *** Little white butterfly moths, wingin’ a waltz, grasshoppers clicking the rhythm so fine. Time’s a passin’, but I don’t care, I got me some berries, over here and there. Tummy’s real full, fingers all rosy, sun’s beatin’ down, making me cozy. I decide to go in, tell my mommy and everyone of my ‘licious find. *** Into the kitchen, with the screen door’s slam, there on the right, the big old stove, black and white, with a built-in shelf for cooling off pies, holding luscious rolls. A place behind for a box of wood and the family pet to warm and doze. It’s a big kitchen, but still cozy with the sun beaming in through the large window. The dining room is just beyond an alcove. Big-legged furniture, rich dark brown. Elegant and lovely, different from the white kitchen table for Auntie and Uncle’s meals when the family’s not visiting. Just beyond the dining room’s large alcove is the big, big living room. A fireplace for searing away the chill at Christmas-time. It’s not going today, but the warm is still there, in that wonderful room. A room for dominoes stretched across the floor in game or build-and-fall play. In this room, we cousins would play with those big wooden building blocks, hour after hour. I love this room. *** Uncle says to me, with a grin on his face, “Where have you been?” Auntie and mommy are watching and smiling, too. *** “I was in the garden, an’ I eat ‘n’ eat ‘n’ eat,” I answer. I can feel my smile stretching from ear to ear, in fact, it almost meets in the back of my head. *** Uncle chuckles, he always tries to be serious, but sometimes he just can’t. He always tries to be ‘proper’ but I think, sometimes, some of us make it hard for him to do. *** I earned a nickname that day, “Neater,” cuz when I was in the berry patch, “I eat ‘n’ eat ‘n’ eat.” I did! *** There’s lots of great stories from Uncle Pence and Aunt Clara’s place and only one sad one. Maybe I can tell you more another time. Would you like that? Whether on the shoal or on the shore, |
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