I have a story that seems appropriate now that all but me have passed on. When I was around 11 or 12, my grandfather, my dad, my uncle Kenny and I were chopping wood all day on a Saturday. We came home late after working all day chopping, loading, and stacking this firewood. Maamaw Marg had made dinner for us and there was a pot of pintos there. Everyone ate their plate, and I had another helping of beans... maybe a third helping... However it happened, the pintos went fast. It wasnt long and the whole pot was gone. They all swore that I ate that whole pot of pinto beans. And every time after that for years when we were together again- be it holidays or even just bringing each other up in casual conversation, they never let it go and always claimed that once they watched me devour an entire pot of pintos and half a cake of cornbread without ever offering them any or considering how hungry everyone else was. So, with that in mind, enjoy a pot of beans with the ones you love and make memories that you can laugh about for years to come. RIP Maamaw Marg, Gerald B, and Dad and Uncle Kenny.
Posted on: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 14:22:39 +0000
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