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Chapter 5
Same journal entry: Friday, October 25 – recollections of Terrell Tyler, Mitchell Graham and Bobby Thorpe
TRAIL’S STORY
“Let me go back,” Trail said, “to late Wednesday night, early Thursday morning.
“I had just gotten off shift at midnight. I was tired, but not overly so. Even though I kept telling her not to, Mama most always waited up for me when I worked the three-to-twelve shifts. She liked making me something to eat when I’d get off and then sit with me, hearing about my day while I ate. So, Wednesday night I got home around 12:30-12:40 or so, and Mama was up just as I figured she’d be,” Trail said, his lead lowered, a small smile playing around his mouth.
“She decided that I looked hungry,” laughed Trail. Mitch and I both smiled too because that’s exactly what Mama B would say about all of us whenever we’d come over. “You boys look hungry! Git on in here an’ let me scrounge sumpin up,” she’d say as she waded into the kitchen, shooing us out. Mama Bertie’s ‘scrounged up’ meals were more like full spreads, complete with either hot homemade biscuits or fresh-baked cornbread baked in her old cast-iron skillet.
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Chapter 5
Same journal entry: Friday, October 25 – recollections of Terrell Tyler, Mitchell Graham and Bobby Thorpe
TRAIL’S STORY
“Let me go back,” Trail said, “to late Wednesday night, early Thursday morning.
“I had just gotten off shift at midnight. I was tired, but not overly so. Even though I kept telling her not to, Mama most always waited up for me when I worked the three-to-twelve shifts. She liked making me something to eat when I’d get off and then sit with me, hearing about my day while I ate. So, Wednesday night I got home around 12:30-12:40 or so, and Mama was up just as I figured she’d be,” Trail said, his lead lowered, a small smile playing around his mouth.
“She decided that I looked hungry,” laughed Trail. Mitch and I both smiled too because that’s exactly what Mama B would say about all of us whenever we’d come over. “You boys look hungry! Git on in here an’ let me scrounge sumpin up,” she’d say as she waded into the kitchen, shooing us out. Mama Bertie’s ‘scrounged up’ meals were more like full spreads, complete with either hot homemade biscuits or fresh-baked cornbread baked in her old cast-iron skillet.
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