12 September 2008

Quakers in the Country: The Neighbors

American culture is highly diverse, but sometimes it’s brought home a bit more colorfully than at other times. Number One Son Griffin spent yesterday afternoon at Louis’s place up the holler with his new friend from the school bus. They were supposed to build a new stall for the donkey. Old Man Louis is an ex-catskinner from the strip mines, and lives in a 200-year old log cabin with his wife, daughter, and granddaughter. And cats, calves, goats, and the donkey. They have better water than we do, having a 150-year head start on the best places to build a house.

“How did the stall building go?”

“We didn’t do any of that. We just rode the donkey.”

“Do you want something to eat?”

“Naw. They fed me dinner.”

“What did you eat?”

“Squirrel.”

“What kind of squirrel?”

“How should I know? It was chopped up, breaded, and fried.”

“Was it good?”

“Yeah. I had a piece of the back.”

“How many squirrels were there?”

“Not enough. Her mother and grandmother kept fighting over the heads.”

And so it goes.

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