The Nankipooh Enquirer
"Covers the South like Sorghum
Syrup"
It seems that some of my cousins, who are Great Grandchildren,
or even Great, Great, Grandchildren of Bascomb Biggers are reading these
articles on "I grew up in Nankipooh", so I am re-posting a story,
which is a true story about Bascomb Biggers. This story was told to me by
my Grandpa, James Norman Biggers, who was the son of Bascomb Biggers, but most
of you know him as the Mr. Biggers who owned the Biggers Grocery in Nankipooh.RE: "Turtle Soup"
One Sunday we was all sitting around the dinner table, and Mama was bringing out some homemade heaven from the kitchen. There was fried chicken and mashed potatoes, and collard greens, and black-eyed peas with ham hocks, fresh sliced tomatoes, and cat's paw biscuits. The last thing she brought out was a big old tureen of homemade soup, which she served to Daddy first. We was all lapping it down and thought it was really great, when Bascomb said, Hon, bring me another bowl of that chicken soup."
Well Mama knew that Daddy would never eat any turtle no matter how it was fixed, and she knew that this was not chicken soup, but turtle soup. So she looked him right in the eye, and said, "Bascomb, this ain't chicken soup, its turtle soup, and I see that you liked it." Well the dining room got real quiet, and then Daddy stood up and said, "Woman I told you never to cook turtle for me!", And with that he walked over and picked up that tureen, which had come from Grandma's mother, and he carried it to the open window and heaved that turtle soup, tureen and all, right out into the yard. We never had any turtle to eat in our house ever again, and no one ever mentioned turtle soup, or Grandma's soup tureen ever again either.
Now I learned a few things from that which I still think about today. First, no matter how much someone likes something, it might not make any difference, if it ain't what they think it is. Second, if someone you care about asks you not to do something, and you do it anyway, you might lose something precious. And third, I still ain't never eat any turtle in my whole life ever again, and I don't think I’m any worse off for it!
Some of them folks up in DC might just think a little bit, before they start offering up something which ain't what you think it is. So watch out for some Skunk or Polecat trying to get you to eat turtle, when they want you to think its chicken!
"Now that's just the way I see it, and you
can tell'em I said so."
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