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Thursday’s Child

Thursday’s child has far to go

Nancy Dragoo Carr 1915

Nancy Dragoo Carr 1915

My birth choice, if I had been consulted, would have been Monday’s child who was “fair of face.” A Tuesday’s child, I was deemed to be “full of grace.” Fitting, I suppose, because I inherited my father’s pale English skin, bushy eyebrows, and long nose, not my mother’s dark beauty. I struggled to achieve grace thrust upon me by my parents who insisted girls dress and act like girls, not tomboys.

Back then, I thought being a Tuesday’s child wasn’t as bad as the unsuccessful Thursday’s child who had to struggle to achieve her goals. Years later, I learned that the ancient saying meant the opposite: A Thursday’s child would have a long, successful life without limitations. That revelation, not Mother Goose, made Thursday the perfect blogging day for Violet’s Vibes.

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My annual WordPress blog report for 2015 suggested I republish my five most popular posts, beginning with “Christmas Candy.”

 

Courtesy: Vi Parsons

Courtesy: Vi Parsons

What? I blogged that memoir on Christmas Eve, Wednesday, December 24, 2014. Four weeks later, Wednesday, January 21, 2015, the 95th anniversary of my brother Clyde’s birth, “Christmas Candy” received the most views.

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With such great success on Wednesday, then why am I blogging on Thursday? With the exception of that single post, WordPress statistics confirm Thursday as your favorite reading day.

 

Looking back: Christmas Candy 

Looking forward: See you next ThursdayCalendar-January 2016-Vintage

 

 

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Christmas Candy

Shopping CartAt Red’s Market, Papa selects a few groceries, writes each item in a pocket size notebook, and places the food into the shopping cart. A silent moment, as if thinking, follows after he totals the amount. He dips a metal scoop into an open bin of a new crop of walnuts. He carefully inspects each nut and discards those with damaged shells. He weighs the remaining walnuts and pours them from the metal bin on the hanging scale into a small brown paper bag. He calculates the weight, multiplies it by the price per pound, and writes the total in his notebook.Lard can

After each of the infrequent grocery trips, the food is put away in the kitchen, then Papa goes into the cellar. From the dining room, I hear the scrape as he drags out the metal can and a distinct pop when he opens the lid. Then the familiar sounds of the lid snapping back in place and noises of pushing the heavy can back under the steps.

Chocolate-drops

On the next shopping trip, Papa hesitates at the open bin of chocolate drops. He scoops, then pours the confections into the smallest paper bag. He weighs it, calculates the price and enters it into his notebook.

Papa’s favorites are the white centers. His second choice is pink. The pink tastes strong to me, more like soap or bubble bath than candy. The plain are good, but I like the lemon yellow or maple brown fillings.

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At home, Papa follows his ritual as he carries the tiny bag of chocolate drops toward the cellar door. My mouth waters. I ask for one. “No” is his stern reply. I watch him pull open the trap door and descend. I listen for the familiar metal scrape, the air pop, and the returning push that seals his answer. No chocolate today.

PieThe next day, aromas drift from the kitchen throughout our small house. Mama is cooking chicken and dressing, baking sweet potatoes and making pies. While she works, Papa disappears into the cellar numerous times, returning with treasures from the cans, then closes the trap door.

I plead for the chocolate drops. Mama intercedes, and surprisingly, Papa agrees. One chocolate drop is offered to each of us twins. The aroma of my carefully chosen nugget is stronger than pungent sage and other spicy smells from the stove. I close my eyes and bite slowly into the candy, hoping for the luscious taste of lemon or creamy maple. Ugh! The soapy taste of pink! I swallow it in disappointment.

Glass candy dish with lidPapa fills the lidded glass candy bowl with chocolate drops, off limits until Christmas. No more pink for me. Tomorrow, when no one is watching, I will prick the bottom of each chocolate drop with a toothpick searching for lemon yellow fillings.

Tomorrow is Christmas.

Merry Christmas-Snowman

 

Excerpts from “Christmas Candy” from Double Take (Released December 2014) by Vi Parsons and Violet Moore. Purchase AUTOGRAPHED books from Carr Twins & Co. website, or buy from Amazon http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0978923642 .

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