I wonder if, somewhere in Dixie, there's still a little old Ebenezer AME Church, in the shade of big oaks; where they still have 'Dinner on the Grounds' with platters of fried chicken, maybe catfish too, home picked green beans, biscuits, 'tater salad, slaw, corn, and fried Okra. The Ladies and girls all in their white dresses, the men respectful and 'hongry'.
I remember those, and the Bethel Baptists, and other Black congregations out in the country, dirt yard, no parking lot, close cut Bermuda, azaleas and honeysuckle. Lotta times the women would be singin' as they dished it up or cleaned up afterward. Stray white boys could always get a plate there. We were careful to remember to drop off a deer or hog, or a mess of catfish from time to time, and so, they were always glad to see us. Marvelous Sunday afternoons. We were 'them State boys'
Thank you for that! You can see, in those photos and words, the kind of people that won at King's Mountain.
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& thank you. I had just finished supper when I saw the picture and became hungry again! :)
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ReplyDeleteI wonder if, somewhere in Dixie, there's still a little old Ebenezer AME Church, in the shade of big oaks; where they still
have 'Dinner on the Grounds' with platters of fried chicken, maybe catfish too, home picked green beans, biscuits, 'tater salad, slaw, corn, and fried Okra. The Ladies and girls all in their white dresses, the men respectful and 'hongry'.
I remember those, and the Bethel Baptists, and other Black congregations out in the country, dirt yard, no parking lot,
close cut Bermuda, azaleas and honeysuckle. Lotta times the women would be singin' as they dished it up or cleaned up afterward. Stray white boys could always get a plate there. We were careful to remember to drop off a deer or hog, or a mess of catfish from time to time, and so, they were always glad to see us. Marvelous Sunday afternoons. We were 'them State boys'