I worked for Miss.Walters. She was a last choice ya see, I had got a reputation around town for my sass-mouth and she was the only what that would take me. The only reason she took me was cause of my cooking. Even though she likes my cookin it's a good thing she deaf as a bat cause I've said some snappy things ta that woman and she wouldn't like . Even if she heard a snippit of what I said, she'd get over it as soon as onea my Chocolate Pies come outta the oven.
I'm famous for them. Her daughter, Mrs.Hilly wanted me for my cookin and she wanted. My. Pie.
One day she came over to Mrs.Walters house. It was stormin hard, like we were in a hurricane in the middle of Mississippi. The power went out it was hotter then Hades.
The two ladies were sittin at the table fannin them selves, sippin ice tea when I felt it.
I needed to go to the bathroom, and FAST.
But mine, which was sittin outside, was soaking wet and in the middle of a downpour.
Miss.Walters saw where I was lookin and told me to go ahead and use the guest bathroom.
Mrs.Hilly pitched a fit, sayin I could get a little wet, it's just rain.
I smiled real nice and said I was just gonna go get some more iced tea. I quickly slipped away and headed to the bathroom. I slipped in and got ready to go when I heard a loud knock and Mrs.Holly's brash voice through the door; "Minnie! Are you in there? Dont you DARE sit on that toilet!"
I had to go but I stood up and replied " Yes, Ma'am I'm in here!" and flushed the toilet.
"MINNY YOUR FIRED!" came through the door. I grabbed my purse and walked out the door.
-Minnie
Monday, January 23, 2012
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Mae Mobley - Aibileen
I'm startin this blog off to tell our stories, Me , Minny's, and Ms.Skeeter's but yall will have ta escuse me, I aint very good with technology. Or correct grammer. And you aint need to go spreading it around bout how were tellin the real story. White Folk dont care for it.
I want to start off by saying I love my Little Mae Mobley. She was born early one Sunday afternoon, August 1960. Law, she was the sweetest littele girl I ever done meet. She was a church baby, you see, as I said she was born on a Sunday, a Christian day. Yes Ma'am, I've raised seventeen children in my life time, I know how to get them babies to eat, sleep, stop crying, and go to the toilet before they mamas even roll outta bed.But I aint neva had a baby with a setta lungs like Mae Mobley, little girl could yell. First day I walk in to Mrs.Leefolt's shes red as a beet and screamin with collic. Mrs.Leefolt look like she gonna loose her head if that baby dint stop her yowlin. She was terrified and she asks me "What should I do with it? It wont stop crying! Why cant I stop it?"
"It" was my first indication that somethin was wrong with the situation. I took that pink baby bounced her on my kneeand that baby done stop cryin, and look up at me with a sweet pink smile. But her mama dont pick her up for the resta the day.
See, Mrs.Leefolt real spindly, twenty three and lanky as a teenage boy. She has thin brown hair and a chin as pointy as the devils!
By the time Mae Mobly was one she followed me everywhere. Her mama didnt like one bit how she wailed when I left after cleanin the house and soothin her.
Now, shes two. Mae Mobley my special baby.
-Aibileen
I want to start off by saying I love my Little Mae Mobley. She was born early one Sunday afternoon, August 1960. Law, she was the sweetest littele girl I ever done meet. She was a church baby, you see, as I said she was born on a Sunday, a Christian day. Yes Ma'am, I've raised seventeen children in my life time, I know how to get them babies to eat, sleep, stop crying, and go to the toilet before they mamas even roll outta bed.But I aint neva had a baby with a setta lungs like Mae Mobley, little girl could yell. First day I walk in to Mrs.Leefolt's shes red as a beet and screamin with collic. Mrs.Leefolt look like she gonna loose her head if that baby dint stop her yowlin. She was terrified and she asks me "What should I do with it? It wont stop crying! Why cant I stop it?"
"It" was my first indication that somethin was wrong with the situation. I took that pink baby bounced her on my kneeand that baby done stop cryin, and look up at me with a sweet pink smile. But her mama dont pick her up for the resta the day.
See, Mrs.Leefolt real spindly, twenty three and lanky as a teenage boy. She has thin brown hair and a chin as pointy as the devils!
By the time Mae Mobly was one she followed me everywhere. Her mama didnt like one bit how she wailed when I left after cleanin the house and soothin her.
Now, shes two. Mae Mobley my special baby.
-Aibileen
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