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The table with Aunt George

I am going to tell you a true story about Aunt George (not her real name but connected, somewhat). I had been dating my girlfriend Faye about three months before I was invited to Thanksgiving dinner at her grandparents’ home on the farm. At that time they were still killing their hogs each year, had big gardens and cooked a lot of big meals. Most of the time the preacher was there.

Her granddaddy had a saying that if you got your feet together under the big table you usually got hitched. That’s where all the adults usually sat or special guests. Well, I was sitting at the big table next to Aunt George. Aunt George was a person who could talk a mile a minute, and sometimes with food in her mouth. All of a sudden some food landed on my plate. Aunt George took her fork and retrieved it real fast saying, “Hey, that’s mine!” There were just too many strangers at that table, so I didn’t say a word. But that was the only time I remember eating next to Aunt George.

Faye’s granddaddy was right. About five years later, Faye and I got hitched.

Louis Talmadge Meads, Elizabeth City, Albemarle EMC

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