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Authors: Fannie Flagg
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that Kay Bob Benson’s mother found washed up on the beach was Pegleg Johnson’s. Momma said for me to hush. She was sure it wasn’t, but I think maybe it was. It’s too bad they didn’t save it so he could see. I wanted to ask him where he lost his leg, but Momma said she would kill me if I did, it’s not the sort of thing you ask.
That singer, Ray Layne, came over to the table and sat with us for a while. He is real lonesome, being down here by himself. I found out he is only seventeen years old and he’s from Hattiesburg.
Momma likes Mrs. Pistal a lot, but she’s never going back to that place because there were sleazy people there, lounge lizards she called them. Claude Pistal and all his friends looked like criminals to her. I didn’t tell her that those were the men I had played poker with.
The next day that boy Ray Layne, the singer up at the Blue Gardenia Lounge, came to the malt shop and asked Daddy if he could see me. Daddy came and got me out from under the house where I was digging tunnels.
He asked me if I could go swimming with him and I said sure.He is so handsome and has curly hair. He has a girlfriend named Ann who wears glasses. He has gone with her for a long time and misses her. I sure wish he was my boyfriend. I would never let him go anywhere without me. I think he is wonderful and the best singer I have ever heard in my whole entire life.
And guess what? He kissed me good-bye and said he had enjoyed meeting me! He should be a movie star, a real Rory Calhoun type. Momma has got to get my tooth fixed.
The Kowboskis are here with their carnival. There are seven of them and two are my age. They have a big school bus they live in, that is better than Roy Grimmett’s trailer. At the carnival they have a penny arcade and a Ferris wheel and a machine that takes your picture four times for a quarter, and they sell cotton candy and caramel apples. Momma told me never to eat any candied apples because those carnival people buy rotten apples and put candy on them. I know I shouldn’t eat them, but I can’t help myself. However, I do make it a point to look for worms.
Mr. Kowboski lets me sweep out the penny arcade anytime I want to and be the money changer. It’s great over there! Music plays all the time, and you can hear it over at our place. I like them very much even if they are Gypsies. I don’t believe they steal children, but I wouldn’t care if they did steal me. It would be fun to live in that bus. Michael comes over sometimes and we ride the Ferris wheel. You can see the whole beach from way up there.
Kay Bob Benson came once, but she got scared when I rocked the seat and she won’t go back on the Ferris wheel for nothing.
Billy Bundy, that radio preacher, finally brought me a picture of Sue Sweetwater, who has a radio show on WHEP. She signed it “To Dottie Fay,” so how can I show it to anyone?
Billy Bundy is a funny preacher if you ask me. Daddy and I see him almost every day in the back room of the Bon Ton Café, the only place he can get alcohol after church. He comes in and sits down at a table all by himself and orders his drinks. Then he takes out his red plastic letter opener and opens all the money envelopes he gets from the Christians that listen to his radio show and stacks the money up in neat little piles all over the table. Every once in a while you can hear him say, “Praise theLord,” when he gets a $20 bill. Ten-dollar bills only get a “Bless you, brother.” Five-dollar bills get a “Thank you, sinner” and a dollar just gets “Every little bit helps.” Once he got a $50 bill and he said, “Hallelujah, Jesus!” real loud. But mostly he gets fives and tens.
July 21, 1952
A terrible thing happened. The malt shop fell three feet and is sticking up in the air on the right side! I ruined the foundation by digging so many tunnels. It happened overnight Daddy noticed it because all his hamburger patties kept sliding off the grill into the french fries. I
That singer, Ray Layne, came over to the table and sat with us for a while. He is real lonesome, being down here by himself. I found out he is only seventeen years old and he’s from Hattiesburg.
Momma likes Mrs. Pistal a lot, but she’s never going back to that place because there were sleazy people there, lounge lizards she called them. Claude Pistal and all his friends looked like criminals to her. I didn’t tell her that those were the men I had played poker with.
The next day that boy Ray Layne, the singer up at the Blue Gardenia Lounge, came to the malt shop and asked Daddy if he could see me. Daddy came and got me out from under the house where I was digging tunnels.
He asked me if I could go swimming with him and I said sure.He is so handsome and has curly hair. He has a girlfriend named Ann who wears glasses. He has gone with her for a long time and misses her. I sure wish he was my boyfriend. I would never let him go anywhere without me. I think he is wonderful and the best singer I have ever heard in my whole entire life.
And guess what? He kissed me good-bye and said he had enjoyed meeting me! He should be a movie star, a real Rory Calhoun type. Momma has got to get my tooth fixed.
The Kowboskis are here with their carnival. There are seven of them and two are my age. They have a big school bus they live in, that is better than Roy Grimmett’s trailer. At the carnival they have a penny arcade and a Ferris wheel and a machine that takes your picture four times for a quarter, and they sell cotton candy and caramel apples. Momma told me never to eat any candied apples because those carnival people buy rotten apples and put candy on them. I know I shouldn’t eat them, but I can’t help myself. However, I do make it a point to look for worms.
Mr. Kowboski lets me sweep out the penny arcade anytime I want to and be the money changer. It’s great over there! Music plays all the time, and you can hear it over at our place. I like them very much even if they are Gypsies. I don’t believe they steal children, but I wouldn’t care if they did steal me. It would be fun to live in that bus. Michael comes over sometimes and we ride the Ferris wheel. You can see the whole beach from way up there.
Kay Bob Benson came once, but she got scared when I rocked the seat and she won’t go back on the Ferris wheel for nothing.
Billy Bundy, that radio preacher, finally brought me a picture of Sue Sweetwater, who has a radio show on WHEP. She signed it “To Dottie Fay,” so how can I show it to anyone?
Billy Bundy is a funny preacher if you ask me. Daddy and I see him almost every day in the back room of the Bon Ton Café, the only place he can get alcohol after church. He comes in and sits down at a table all by himself and orders his drinks. Then he takes out his red plastic letter opener and opens all the money envelopes he gets from the Christians that listen to his radio show and stacks the money up in neat little piles all over the table. Every once in a while you can hear him say, “Praise theLord,” when he gets a $20 bill. Ten-dollar bills only get a “Bless you, brother.” Five-dollar bills get a “Thank you, sinner” and a dollar just gets “Every little bit helps.” Once he got a $50 bill and he said, “Hallelujah, Jesus!” real loud. But mostly he gets fives and tens.
July 21, 1952
A terrible thing happened. The malt shop fell three feet and is sticking up in the air on the right side! I ruined the foundation by digging so many tunnels. It happened overnight Daddy noticed it because all his hamburger patties kept sliding off the grill into the french fries. I
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