Prologue
In
Valdosta, Georgia, folks set outside day and night. It
didn’t matter if it was ninety degrees and the
humidity reached eighty percent. Inside their shabby
duplexes, there were probably less flies to swat. Children
ran around barefoot wearing what skimpy clothes they
could get by with. Short pants showed off mosquito bites
on their dusty legs, and flies buzzed around their sticky
hands and brown faces. They still enjoyed playing hide
and seek, climbing pecan trees, making mud pies and chasing
squawking chickens around the yard.
Grown folks sat on stoops, milk crates and old
wooden porches. In between fanning annoying flies and slapping mosquitoes, they
sipped ice-cold Coca Colas, puffed cigarettes and gave little children extra
change to run back and forth to the corner store. They lived outside almost as
much as they did inside. Women forced their girls to sit still while they put
tight braids into their hair to last until next week’s shampoo. When Miss
Dixie Mae hollered down the lane and asked Miss Susie if she was going to Bible
Study, she didn’t care that the whole neighborhood heard her. It was just
too hot to walk six houses down the lane. So everybody knew if they were going
to church.
The most exciting thing that happened lately was
Old Buster caught thirty-five catfish at Nash’s fishing hole. He sat on
an old milk crate cleaning his catch in a banged-up washtub. The portable fan
set up in the yard did little to cool the sweat dripping down his fat, naked
belly.
His wife, Dixie Mae, fried the cats up quick on
that hot night. Folks came and brought huge, sweet watermelons, icecold beer,
soda pop and banana pudding. After all the eating was over, the kids played hide
and seek, fought over marbles and threw water balloons. The mamas and daddies
sipped beer, played dominoes and pity-pat and sang along with Aretha Franklin
and B.B. King on the stereo.
The old folks sat around in rocking chairs, chewing
tobacco, eating boiled peanuts and seeing who could tell the biggest tales. The
teenagers discussed ways to get to college, the latest and greatest pop and soul
singers and who would be the first on the lane to get rich.
Life was like that in Valdosta, Georgia, in the
1970s. It’s probably pretty much the same today.
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