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The following is from "Along the RFD" by Rose Budd Stevens, published
in 1987, by the University Press of Mississippi. The book is a collection of
reminiscences about Mrs. Stevens' childhood on her family's farm, Shady
Rest, in southwest Mississippi. The stories were originally published as
newspaper columns, beginning in the 1940's. -- Nancy
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Unusual Visitor at Shady Rest
Can you recall the most exciting day of your life?
How well I recall the day when my whole family, including my
Grandmother Budd and my Aunt Phleta, and every tenant on Shady Rest,
went away, leaving my brother's wife, Marianna, and me to keep the home
fires tended.
After weeks of patient doctoring and constant care to keep me from
scratching a case of poison oak, I was still a sight. It was very nearly solid
all over my chubby 9 year old body. So embarrassed was Mama over the
looks of me, that I was sent to play below the dipping vat whenever
company came. Marianna was my constant companion, because she had
developed a case of it, too; which is how the two of us came to be the only
members of the family who didn't get to go to the circus that had come to
Gloster on that sunny day in August.
Just at daylight, after much getting ready, buggy, surrey and wagons
rolled toward town to take Shady Rest folks to the Haggenback Circus.
Picnic lunches were taken, folding tin cups were carried to drink free
lemonade from huge barrels set up under spreading oak and magnolia
trees. Shady Rest people were going to see humpy camels, flying ladies,
the side show's rubber man---who, by the way, was third cousin to one of
Shady Rest's tenants.
Before the dust of the folks leaving had settled, Marianna and I were
beginning our breakfast of the lunch Mama had left us---with strict
instructions not to touch it until dinnertime. Stuffed eggs, chicken pie,
potato salad, fried chicken, ribbon cake and cheese pie sure tasted good
at 7 a.m. We even made a quick cob fire and boiled some coffee, a no-no
for children.
Then, sleepy as old cats, we took quilts and made pallets on the shady
end of the front porch behind the wisteria vine. We awoke in time for
lunch and decided to make a picnic basket of tomatoes, peaches, a jar of
ball sausage, soda crackers and molasses cookies. We went down to the
creek, and soaked our itchy bodies in the shallows and then floated on the
deep blue water. After an hour or so of enjoying the cool creek water, we
ate and decided to stretch out on the bridge over the creek to dry our
clothes right on our bodies.
in 1987, by the University Press of Mississippi. The book is a collection of
reminiscences about Mrs. Stevens' childhood on her family's farm, Shady
Rest, in southwest Mississippi. The stories were originally published as
newspaper columns, beginning in the 1940's. -- Nancy
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Unusual Visitor at Shady Rest
Can you recall the most exciting day of your life?
How well I recall the day when my whole family, including my
Grandmother Budd and my Aunt Phleta, and every tenant on Shady Rest,
went away, leaving my brother's wife, Marianna, and me to keep the home
fires tended.
After weeks of patient doctoring and constant care to keep me from
scratching a case of poison oak, I was still a sight. It was very nearly solid
all over my chubby 9 year old body. So embarrassed was Mama over the
looks of me, that I was sent to play below the dipping vat whenever
company came. Marianna was my constant companion, because she had
developed a case of it, too; which is how the two of us came to be the only
members of the family who didn't get to go to the circus that had come to
Gloster on that sunny day in August.
Just at daylight, after much getting ready, buggy, surrey and wagons
rolled toward town to take Shady Rest folks to the Haggenback Circus.
Picnic lunches were taken, folding tin cups were carried to drink free
lemonade from huge barrels set up under spreading oak and magnolia
trees. Shady Rest people were going to see humpy camels, flying ladies,
the side show's rubber man---who, by the way, was third cousin to one of
Shady Rest's tenants.
Before the dust of the folks leaving had settled, Marianna and I were
beginning our breakfast of the lunch Mama had left us---with strict
instructions not to touch it until dinnertime. Stuffed eggs, chicken pie,
potato salad, fried chicken, ribbon cake and cheese pie sure tasted good
at 7 a.m. We even made a quick cob fire and boiled some coffee, a no-no
for children.
Then, sleepy as old cats, we took quilts and made pallets on the shady
end of the front porch behind the wisteria vine. We awoke in time for
lunch and decided to make a picnic basket of tomatoes, peaches, a jar of
ball sausage, soda crackers and molasses cookies. We went down to the
creek, and soaked our itchy bodies in the shallows and then floated on the
deep blue water. After an hour or so of enjoying the cool creek water, we
ate and decided to stretch out on the bridge over the creek to dry our
clothes right on our bodies.
Needless to say, we went right to sleep. The next thing I knew, Marianna
sat up and asked me if I'd heard any funny noise? A kingfisher called, a bee
buzzed, a fish splashed in the pond and a beetle clicked his way along the
handrail of the bridge. I heard the water beneath murmur and ripple. But I
knew those sounds weren't going to satisfy Marianna.
All at once, I, too, heard something---a sort of whooshing sound, a dusty
sounding shuffle, a creak of leather and a soft breath of air fanned the back
of my neck. Marianna let out a scream, jerked me to my feet, dragging me
off and under the bridge, jabbering something about an elephant.
Sure enough, I could see the timbers shake, hear the shuffle of four huge
feet and hear a voice calling to us, wanting to know how far it was to
Gloster, telling us that the elephant was very tame and wouldn't hurt a flea.
And so she was! While the elephant enjoyed a soak in the creek,
enchanting us with blowing water toward the sun, making rainbows without
rain, the trainer enjoyed our leftover lunch, told us stories of his travels and
about his wife who was the alligator lady in the sideshow with the circus.
He gave Marianna and me a ride atop his elephant right up the middle of
the road. When we arrived at our mailbox, the elephant kneeled and we
scooted down right over her head.
We directed the lost man and elephant to Gloster. We didn't bother to be
polite and say, "we hope you make it there in time for the afternoon show."
We knew better and so did he, for the sun was already going behind the tall
magnolia tree in the back pasture......and anybody knew that meant three
o'clock. All the folks from Shady Rest would miss out on seeing the
elephant---except for Marianna and me!
sat up and asked me if I'd heard any funny noise? A kingfisher called, a bee
buzzed, a fish splashed in the pond and a beetle clicked his way along the
handrail of the bridge. I heard the water beneath murmur and ripple. But I
knew those sounds weren't going to satisfy Marianna.
All at once, I, too, heard something---a sort of whooshing sound, a dusty
sounding shuffle, a creak of leather and a soft breath of air fanned the back
of my neck. Marianna let out a scream, jerked me to my feet, dragging me
off and under the bridge, jabbering something about an elephant.
Sure enough, I could see the timbers shake, hear the shuffle of four huge
feet and hear a voice calling to us, wanting to know how far it was to
Gloster, telling us that the elephant was very tame and wouldn't hurt a flea.
And so she was! While the elephant enjoyed a soak in the creek,
enchanting us with blowing water toward the sun, making rainbows without
rain, the trainer enjoyed our leftover lunch, told us stories of his travels and
about his wife who was the alligator lady in the sideshow with the circus.
He gave Marianna and me a ride atop his elephant right up the middle of
the road. When we arrived at our mailbox, the elephant kneeled and we
scooted down right over her head.
We directed the lost man and elephant to Gloster. We didn't bother to be
polite and say, "we hope you make it there in time for the afternoon show."
We knew better and so did he, for the sun was already going behind the tall
magnolia tree in the back pasture......and anybody knew that meant three
o'clock. All the folks from Shady Rest would miss out on seeing the
elephant---except for Marianna and me!
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