one hot summer day
our mother decided to take us on vacation
driving me and my sister
from sweltering Texas to steamy Oklahoma
in our old air conditionless stick shift Ford
we knew no better so we were happy
our first stop was at a relative’s farm
where we played with the pigs
and were served freshly killed and fried chicken
drumsticks with the feet attached
the grownups thought this was exceedingly funny
i kept my thoughts to myself
the next day we drove out through miles of cotton fields
and stopped in the yard of an old house in need of paint
but neat and clean
the house door opened and to my and my sister’s surprise
all these black people came out to see who we were
mom got out of the car as a graying old woman
emerged, stepped off the porch toward us
she and mom met half way to the house
hugging and crying
my sister and i got out to a flurry of introductions and hugs
from Zada and her husband Tom
who mother stayed with while my grandmother and her sister picked cotton
these people were part of our family
my sister and i played outside with other kids
we got chased by a rooster that seemed half my size
we had more fried chicken
minus feet
and left tired and happy during the night
we never saw them again
they live in my box of good family memories
I have vague memories of this also. I remember names of Zada and Tom? Mom stayed there while grandma and wink picked cotton?
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