Mothers like to cook for their children

Dinner1Truth or fiction? Lies can spread and fester for years and years.

The story begins at age 5, when we moved in with our granddad. He complained about how messy we were. I remember him saying: Just look at the dirt! His Mississippi accent made it sound like do-it.

We were very messy. There was food everywhere. When parents have to work, sometimes the oldest kids look after the youngest kids. We did not know any better.

Dinner2We all slept in a mattress, and yes, there was food in the mattress. Granddad sprayed bug spray on it, and it looked like thousands of roaches came out of it.

That planted a seed that I did not like bugs. And the thought that I was sleeping with them made me sick to my stomach. Kids may have thought he was nagging, but what he said was true. He did not have roaches before we moved in and provided a food source for the roaches.

By that time, my mom was a great cook, so it was a tradition to eat Thanksgiving dinner at her house every year.

Dinner3As we grew up and started having kids and grandkids, my siblings began hosting Thanksgiving with their kids and grandkids.

I remembered Granddad’s word as I began renting and buying houses. I got to use the “Get out of jail free” card when I rented an apartment. I could truly blame the roaches on my neighbors. After they moved in, the smell outside their door was like doo-doo diapers and dead rats. I dreaded whenever that door opened. Soon enough, I had their roaches and mice. I did a bomb spray to get rid of the roaches and got a cat to take care of the mice.

Dinner4Then I got roaches and mice again after purchasing my first house. A roommate had a habit of taking food to their room and letting the bowls of cereal dry out for a few days. One day we were in the room and noticed a mouse. Soon enough, there were more mice and roaches. Said roommate, moved out, once my house was considered nasty. Even though, they were the one who started the process of feeding the mice and roaches.

Another family member had a same situation where the kids were providing food to feed an infestation.

They liked to cook for their kids too, but like my roommate, did not want to visit, after the house got infested.

Dinner5I learned that lesson the hard way. Moving forward in my next 3 houses, I had a strict policy against people providing a food source for an infestation.

At the second house that I purchased, I had money one year to host Thanksgiving. That was an honor, because usually my mom or everyone’s mom hosted their children. Unexpected people showed up, but I had money that year to buy Church’s Chicken to make sure everyone had enough food.

Then times got hard. So after moving to my 3rd house, I ran out of money and was broke. Of course I was ashamed. And I was not going to call everyone and say that I am broke. However, I did not invite them at all. I was going to skip Thanksgiving that year. But at the last minute, said “roommate” chipped in and used Food Stamps to buy a small dinner for us and her kids.

Then unexpected people showed up. And she was mad because she was cooking food for her children, not grownups that did not chip in or bring anything to the dinner. Awkward!

And let it be mentioned, why were those grownups at my house, instead of their Mom’s house? She loved to cook for them, but they thought her house was too messy.

They still could have taken their Mom to a different location to cook Thanksgiving for them. She used to beg them to come for dinner. So I know her feelings were hurt.

Said grownups got mad at me about that. I think they thought they were turned away for a different reason and the lack of communication festered the bad feelings for a decade.

The bottom line is that we only get a certain amount of time to enjoy our Mom’s home cooking.

I wish I could eat any dinner with my Mom, especially Thanksgiving when she made Turkey, cornbread, Chitlins, greens. I will never have that dinner again.

But it is not too late for those grownups to have a family dinner with their mom.

Happy Easter dinner!

Happy Mother’s day

Happy Thanksgiving dinner!



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Dancing at the St. Louis World’s Fair–Happy Thanksgiving!

November, 1910; St. Louis, MO

Ragtime2The dance was beside the water. City officials had erected a great set of stands for the event it was said that people could see the place illuminated all the way from the Illinois side of the river. The things that had already crept into the world were unbeknownst to most of the people at the world fair. Then again, not everyone at the world fair was known to the people of St. Louis. It was not due to some malevolent plot of the man behind the piano, the world famous Scott Joplin, that the world would soon crumble. Rather it was an old spirit that had possessed the pianist. So old, that it had assumed dominion over most other spirits that pressed at the gate between worlds. In his life, he had been a powerful warlock, much stronger than some famous musician of any time period.

It was through an Ouija board that the ignorant artist got himself possessed, Cakewalk4on the very day before he was supposed to play for the competition at the world fair. His friends had all thought the board a novel idea for a party on the train in, and had called up something they would never be able to put down. Music has its own powers, as do dances. The mighty warlock from ages past had seized Joplin at the most opportune moment, and while he was unable to cast the man out of his own body, he assumed dominion over that which he wished.

RagtimeThe illustrious gate that had been erected in the city was formed in just the right conjecture and angles to open a rift between the worlds. While many humans had willpower enough to resist a spirit, spirits adhered to his words like children harking to a saint. With the man’s melodic abilities, and his dark and ancient magic, the warlock was able to call up the spirits of the watching damned. Frozen in hell, they had more than enough time to imitate the motions of those who still drew breath. The possessed Joplin surmised that if he could get the damned to keep exact rhythm with the well rehearsed competitors, he could get have his most loyal servants possessing bodies almost as strong and coordinated as his own.Cakewalk

49 bodies from seven teams in the end. A good number, the warlock thought. What the old trickster did not count on however, was those who monitor and watch the world beyond ours. The crowd, which had begun to disperse at the end of the last performance, only to reappear at the final marks, froze without intending to. Their eyes were cast down to the stage where seven competitors, all in black, stood in a line, at the ready and anticipating Joplin to resume his masterful piano playing. The Fair5oldest of the group, a witch known as Meddling Granny stepped forward and raised her hand to request a ragtime beat. The others, not so young in their own respects, former a phalanx close behind her, at the ready.

The energy from the witches radiated fiercely, and the forty nine Joplin had managed to possess stood in a wide circle around them. Should they raise wands or start incantations, they would fall on the seven like a wolves on rabbits. As it was, the warlock nodded politely, a grin cracking his dry lips, and conjured up the next seven demons he could muster to fall in step with the witches as they Fair3danced. Then, he began to play.

Vernon and Irene took the lead in the cakewalk, and after they had rotated ridiculously within the circle once, Pippa, Feebles, Pageant, and Prunes fell in step. Meddling Granny performed in the middle of their dance, without a partner and without a care. Those stalking spirits that tried to fall upon the witches came upon a nasty surprise. Each of them already had the spirit of a long dead dancing slave within them! The demons were buffered back, and the witches began to take the form of those long forgotten Africans not yet liberated. The dance became faster and faster, moving at such a fluidity and rapid pace that most of the other demons abandoned their new shells to flee in terror. The warlock tried to stop Joplin from playing, but found the man’s strength renewed and unable to be broken as easily as before! In twos and threes, the possessed lost their occupants as the demons fled back Cakewalk2towards the StarchGate and into oblivion.



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