Memories of Buddy Bush

I have many memories of Grand Mammy. She did strike me as rather stern and I'll have to admit to a certain amount of trepidation when I had to address her on any subject. As far as I can remember, she was either crocheting or playing solitaire. Since she dipped snuff, her cards were always brown from her having licked her thumb before playing the card. You are right, I was about 15 when she died. She died in one of the front rooms of the Devereaux house in Diboll. As was the custom, every one went in and sort of bid her farewell. I remember being considerably surprised that she recognized me, because I had not seen her for two or three years. I often wondered how everybody knew when someone was about to die, so they could start the visiting, etc. Apparently they could though and I guess the sick person knew the drill and not wanting to disappoint the mourners just passed away on schedule.

One thing about her was that she was very handy with salty language. I remember that she would frequently exclaim "Shit!" and if I was close, I would say "What did you say Grand Mammy?" Inevitably she would reply "Why, sugar up a gum tree, Buddy."

Aunt Annie had an old rooster which would just about jump on anything that came in the chicken pen. One day a friend and I watched a turkey hen beat the daylights out of that old rooster. The turkey would grab the chicken by the head and pound it on a handy rock, and when the turkey became exhausted, she would release the rooster and he would stagger around for a few steps and then the turkey would grab him again. After a while Grand Mammy came out and I said "Grand Mammy that turkey is trying to kill your rooster." It so happened that a few days earlier the rooster had tried to spur Grand Mammy and she was not in a good mood with him, so she replied "Let her kill the sob, he deserves it."

Grand Mammy did all the cooking for the Devereaux household until her wood burning cook stove was replaced by a modern kerosene burning stove and that was the end of her cooking. Said she could only cook properly on a wood burning stove.

I liked Aunt Annie very much because she was always friendly and would stop and talk with me. Not all adults wanted to take much time with a kid. Besides, I was a terrible liar and if I didn't know something, I could make it up. I remember once, Baba was just out in front of his workshop working on some project and I had been in his chicken house and saw the biggest chicken snake I had ever seen. Of course, I rushed out and told him about it. Well, he just went on calmly with his work and didn't believe a word I said. I was really getting excited by the time my Dad came up. I was able to convince Daddy to at least go in and take a look. The snake was still there and after I was confirmed by Daddy, Baba took an ax and duly dispatched the reptile.

It really was a beautiful day and I really enjoyed it.