Duncan and his boy stopped by ter visit wif Uncle.
That chile' is growed into a man now, 30 somthin' and wif' his own toddler boy. Duncan talks real fine, no colloquialisms, like me an' his Mama (Who is older'n me).
They brought us some gourds and pumpkins from his granddady's farm in South Carolina
Hoo-whee, thanky, Sugar, we's happy ter git them beautiful gourds fer the season. Is you and Suzanna gonna join us fer the Great Scarecrow Breakfast? We's gonna make us a whole clan of scarecrow folks!
He chuckled, "Why Aunty Belle, nobody would miss yore famous scarecrow making party. Suzanna has been saving old clothes all year just for this event."
Uncle got ter makin' paper airplanes fer the wee one and Duncan an Aunty settled in the rockin' chairs fer a glass of lemonade.
"Aunty, how does you know when it is time to go? "
Go whar' Honey?
"Go to find new friends. Some of mah friends is different now...or maybe I'm different....I don't know. We don't share the same ideas on the most important things. I still like them, but we are traveling different roads, I have to admit."
He had that far away look in his eyes that man gits when he is tryin' ter see over the hill of time.
Well, now, youse settled down and life is mebbe more serious fer ya' now that college days is behind ya?
"It is more than that, mam. It's like they want to live as if there were no consequences for what they do. Last week Roscoe Tanner called me up to ask for a loan. He has never given up that gambling habit and now he is in hock even on his house."
Didja' give him the loan?
"No mam. I did not. I feel bad for him, but he knew that I knew he would still not change his habits, so the loan would do him no good. Way I figure it, there is no good to come from my sacrifice unless he makes a change. Over the years, I have pulled him out of tough spots, but it did no good. In a week he was back at it. So, over all this time, it seems no matter how I tried, I was never any lasting good to him."
Darlin' life is like that. Roscoe is a long time buddy, I know that. An' it is sad ter go yore own way. But all a body can do is live by what he knows is right. Take some comfort from knowin' yore own way is an example of a better way ter go when Roscoe comes ter his senses.
" My own mama said we each must tread our own path, some pick the wrong fork and some day they will see it was a dead end," he said. "I tried to joke him into leaving the casino scene behind, but he threw back that he was in a 'free and over 21.' I didn't bother to even say that being free means free to do what's good. What is the point of using freedom to wreck your life? It's a terrible waste."
The leaves is dancin' in the tress, a bit of a breeze came up.
Duncan, mah heart aches fer ya'. It is sad ter leave the Roscoes of this world, cause he do have some good qualities. It's jes' that he doan cultivate his good side. One day he might.
"I have other friends of course, along with Suzanna ....it's just tough to leave Roscoe and his cousins--they are a funny clan and enjoyable sometimes, but you probably know what goes with gambling," he replied.
"I guess the balance has tipped and it seems to me that there is less good nowadays and more that Suzanna and I cannot stomach.
Thas' yore own answer puddin.' When the balance is not tipped toward the good, then youse gonna have ter be livin' out of balance yoreself jes' ter hang wif that crowd.
"Yes. I do see that. But I hate to see that." His jaw was workin' an' I knowed he was distressed.
After a minute or so he sighed an' I recognized it as a decision.
Duncan, keep yore memories of the good fun ya'll had. When it is time ter go, jes' slip on away quietly. They knows the score. An' they know whar' ter find ya' iffin' they want yore brand company.
"Why, I guess they do at that. "
A paper airplane landed at Duncan's feet and his boy came giggling over to retrieve it.
Duncan swung the boy up onto his shoulders.
"Aunty, we are sure looking forward to your scarecrow breakfast. Will Uncle be flapping the jacks?" he laughed as he ambled down the path, his seemed somehow a bit lighter-hearted.
Posted by Aunty Belle at 5:14 AM