Once those words were said, the shouting was on! I did notice the same people at the same time every Sunday. I also noticed how everyone, with the exception of a few, still gossiped, took a nip or two, would not eat food prepared by certain women. Cautioned us children, likewise.
If you didn't have a screen on your back door or if you had cats, you were off limits. I didn't care. If you took the time to clean and grate your own coconut, I was eating your coconut cream pie.
Well, this ginormous lady basically cussed my mother out one Sunday. I mean she got in my mother's face, right on the yard! Right in front of the bell chamber. This jet black woman huffed up to my mother sweating and fuming; " You gon'hatta give in account to GAWD what you jest did to me!"
I was surprised, my mother turned coward. Answered not a word to her. It seems my mother drove past her on the way to church. My mother sailed by her, driving one of her new long CADILLACS.
Once safely in the car my mother muttered something about the woman being too big, black and funky to funk up her new CADILLAC.
I learned to not judge people by skin color . I learned to tell the truth. The truth was, our car was full.
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