A Visit to my Daughter’s
My wife and I helped my daughter move not long ago. After we got the power back on we spent a night with her.
In some ways it is sad, ’cause she sure is all grown up now. When I took a shower I kinda figured there’d be some ‘Johnson’s Baby Shampoo,’ but it wasn’t to be. I didn’t have on my reading glasses, so I’m not exactly sure, but instead I think the bottle read ’Cinammon Honey Essence of Extract’ or something like that. Later in the day, after unloading the last of the boxes, I smelled more like myself again.
Not everything had changed, though. Her mom (my wife) had just downloaded our Doc Watson collection to IPOD, and she wanted to hear ‘Summertime.’ The child has had good taste in music from infancy. “Summertime, when the living’s easy….catfish jumping…” No one does it better than Doc.
She knew where to take us to eat too. It was Soul Shack Mama’s for breakfast. That’s the best spot in the Tobacco Triangle. You’ll know it is the right place when you walk in; the walls are old wormy chestnut wood like what you can’t find anymore. There’s a wrap around porch, so you can eat outside if you want.
“Catfish and eggs, Doc?”
“Yes ma’am. How’d you know?”
“Honey, you just look like a catfish man.” I think she remembered me from our last visit. It was catfish ‘n eggs, grits ‘n gravy, biscuits, sopping ‘lasses; endless coffee and fresh OJ. Very fine. When we finished we all split a bread pudding topped with whipped cream. I kept using Marie’s spoon; she finally gave up and let me finish it. I bought her and her mama a York Peppermint Patty at the counter and that made up for it. Here’s a southern secret. You can trust a woman who has both dessert and chocolate for breakfast.
On the way back to the house, she pointed out a small frame house. ’Chapel Hill Violin Shop.’
”You know whose place that is, Daddy?”
“Dunno. Who’s that?”
“That’s Parson Bob’s daughter’s business.”
“Son of a gun, Miss Marie if you aren’t the most well connected young’un in the history of the world. We gotta go there next time I’m in town on a weekday.”
“We’ll do it, Daddy.”
“Child, you find all the best places and all the best people. Where’d you learn to do that?”
“Dunno, Daddy. Dunno.”
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