CREATIVE EXPRESSION AT MY FINEST
Don’t play in the fire hydrant for you’d be wet before dinner! That was something Big Momma always yelled at the children playing in the neighborhood. She was as southern as sausage and gravy from the finest southern diner. Armed with her slipper that she would use like a microphone to get her point across. Us, who were her kinfolk would hear loud and clear what she had to say when she used that slipper. Big Momma isn't a mean woman though.
She has a heart of gold and would feed the whole neighborhood. Everyone knew her and loved her dearly. Our family always gets together on Sundays at her house for supper. In fact, that is really the only way we all see each other. Most of the family moved up north while the rest of us stay in the hot south. I wish to move up north one day and become a business man so I can wear nice suits, drive fancy cars, and meet lots of women.
I won’t dare to talk like that around my Big Momma because she don't like me to talk about women. She say northern women are fast and would leave me in the dust with an empty wallet. I’m only thirteen anyways so I don’t really know what I want, but I do like to look at nice women in church on Sunday mornings. My Big Momma also has to be the sister of Jesus because she works miracles just like him. I remember one time in particular we were over her house on a Sunday for my Uncle Ernest’s birthday and more people came then intended. We were pretty low on food and the grown ups weren't sure how we were going to feed everyone.
My Big Momma sat there with a look of peace. She didn’t have a worry in the world. I kid you not, she went in that kitchen and cooked about five fish and some famous potato salad and that fed the entire bunch. Everyone had a saucer full of something and it felt like a whole meal. Oh and you best of believe she brought out the crackers for the potato salad! My family ate those too and washed it down with some sweet tea with a hint of lemon. My Big Momma grew her own fruits and vegetables in her yard so those lemons were fresh and delicious.
I really love my Big Momma and all the parts of her. When I’m not around her I find myself mimicking her. I even yell out to the kids in the neighborhood, “Don’t play in the fire hydrant for you’d be wet before dinner!” I’m pretty sure if she heard me say that, then she would be darn proud of me, but still would chase me with her slipper for mimicking her. You got to love my Big Momma!
Creative expression at MY finest.