Friday, May 27, 1955
The three of them sat on the to
bacco bed pulling plants for re
setting.
The one that smoked king size
filter tips gouged around the in
side of the cigarette pack with a
long dirty finger and found it
empty. She reached into her dung
aree pocket and brought out a
fresh pack.
“Personally, can’t stand her,”
she said, her voice husky with a
cloud of smoke. “I simply could
n’t treat my husband the way she
does hers. And her children *—
have you noticed? little devils
and juvenile delinquents.”
The one that wore spangled horn
rimmed glasses took them off and
wiped them on the tail of her hus
band’s shirt she was wearing. She
held them up to the sun, found
them clean, and put them back on.
“The thing that gets me,” she
said, giving her glasses another ad
justment, “is that she’s such a
hypocrite. Come Sunday morning
and she is gracing the front row of
the choir and simply bursting your
ear drums with that atrocious
voice she has. I think I’m going to
have to stop going to church if I
have to keep looking at her face
with all that put on sweetness and
light.”
The other sat with her legs out
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in front of her, crossed at the an
kles. She still had on the
hose with the run in them. Look
ing at her legs she admired the
shade of the hose. She still hadn’t
found another color she loved so
well.
“Why, she’s never been a neigh
bor,” she said. “I can think of any
number of times I asked her to
keep my children. Do you think
she did? Always some excuse. But
believe me, I could see right
through her excuses and her, too!”
The little barefoot boy wearing
a two gun holster belt and Davey
Crockett coon skin cap came up
and set down a sparkling jar of
cool water. He paused for a rho
ment, and then told them she was
dead. Just a few minutes ago.
Heart attack.
The three gasped in stunned si
lence.
Another filter tip was lit and
dragged deeply.
“I have never met a nicer per
son, real true blue. To think this
has happened to my dearest friend.
Personally, I never did believe all
those stories about her running
around with other women’s hus
bands! And oh I feel so sorry for
her children. Such nice, sweet,
well-mannered children.”
The spangled horn rims came off
again, wiped at about the same spot
on the shirt tail, put on and ad
justed three or four times.
“If there has ever been a Chris
tian, it was her. She lived her re
ligion everydays. The choir is go
ing to miss the rich sweetness she
put into the songs she sang with
them. I don’t think I can go to
church any more. It won’t be the
same. There was something in her
singing that brought out the good
ness in my soul.”
The other reached down and
gave her stocking a yank. It didn’t
need tightening, but she knotted
the hose top a little tighter around
her leg.
“You couldn’t find a better
neighbor if you looked the world
over. There wasn’t anything she
wouldn’t do for anybody. Any
time, day or night, she was ready
to go and help. The things she’s
done for me. I remember when I
was sick and she looked out for
my children for two whole weeks.
Even better than I could have done
with them.”
There was another short silence.
“What kind of food are you go
ing to take to the home? I think I’ll
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take deviled eggs.”
“I always take potato salad.”;
“I’m going to the store and get
fixings for sandwiches.”
They got up, stretched to relieve
the stiffness of their muscles.
There were enough plants for the
men in the field. They covered the
plants from the burning sun’s rays.
Over and across the fields they
discussed what they would wear
to the funeral, declaring they did
n’t have a single thing decent to
put on.
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... but it didn’t progress!
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Nearly a century ago this was main street of a thriving
Carolina town. -Several hundred residents traded at the
stores, stables and feed mill. It was a big stop on the main
stagecoach line.
But people moved away, so commerce stopped—property
values dropped. Main street is now this country road, and
plows break the soil where buildings stood.
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Its name is forgotten, except by the historian who told
us the story, but the moral is clear. A town will melee
progress ... or it will go backward. There is no standing
still. .
The Finer Carolina projects on which your friends and
neighbors are working are indications of civic conscious
ness. Successful completion of these civic improvements
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community—a more beautiful town, better citizens tomor- .
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through increased and diversified corrm inity income.
There are six months to go in the 1955 Finer Carolina
Contest, and your help is needed by the local committees.
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