Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Parson Walk

We'all talk 'bout the Parson some, (don't know fer the women folk)
'specially when some frien' gets a lookin'
off in space and thinkin' deep. (eyes closed tight fer distractin')

"D'ja ever notice how he walks flat?" (Jeb chewin' on a twig a spruce)

"Yeh, like he was still climin' down the ridge,
weight still on the hind foot 'till he be knowin'
what lies ahead -- heel dug in secure."

"Never in a hurry but ready to get there, sure." (Willy never get no place fast)

"Nope! I was thinkin' more how his legs
move regular without his thinkin' 'bout em a'tall.
He don't even look ta ground much, I recon --
'cept maybe by plan hatched at the meadow edge"

"Yeh -- yer right thar. He be lookin' at tree tops wavin'
and clouds a fumblin' around fer rain -- and whistlin'" (which Jeb couldn't)

"Ya'd think he was practicin' up a sermon, 'cept he
don't work that way. Leastwise I never hirt one" (his brother was a preacher)

"Well, he tells some stories though,
and sometimes I feel later that I've been …" (we knew Willy meant church)

"He tells the best stories to the kids, ya know" (that's me speakin' soft)

"I be thinkin' they was just fishin' down there ta hole"

"That too -- but maybe like the Lord done used fishin'
fer to get people relaxed -- then throw a net over'em"

"Now Chester, don't be atalkin' like that. Jessie'll
whup you long side t'head with her bible sure."

"I've been ponderin' 'bout a story o'heard last week,
when I was snuzzin' in the loft o'r Ranny's place. (now we get down to it)

"So that's … (Willy get the hush sign from the Squire)

"Ranny's youngin' asked the Parson 'bout believin' --
said he was confused about what folk were s'posed
to believe in -- lot o' what yer hear di'n't make sense."

"Right smart kid, thar … (Willy gets poke in the arm)

"So the Parson don't answer direct like --
he just tell a yarn about predictin' the weather."

Just then, Jess's mom shouts down 'bout how
the vittles goin' to the hogs ifin we don't fetch
up to the porch right quick … (widow mean, but shor kin cook)

so that story's gotta wait a spell …


papa

1 Comments:

At 8:12 PM, Blogger Lois said...

Faucon,
I Do believe these codgers really talk like this.
.In Australia many years back we had the Wharfies or Stevedores or Dock workers (It has changed now due to containers) but still a strong union,now called Maritime Union of Australia .

I have this wonderful book written as an oral history called "Under the Hook" by Wendy
Lowenstein & Tom Hills.Melbourne waterside workers remember 1900-1990... by Melbourne Bookworkers Publishers,The Australian Society for the study of Labour History

.Their talk was common to them The Wharfies ,Tom Hills and my father Bert were friends and when they sat and talked you could never work out half of what they were saying.
They had nicknames for each other and a joke told in the book goes like this...
.
A wharfie called Gooseneck because he had long big neck.
He was a simple bloke no harm to anyone.So Gooseneck finshes work on the wharf at 3am in the morning and goes home and catches the missus (wife) in bed with a bloke.
So Tom Hills says to him "Well whatya do Gooseneck"?
He said " What did I do? I fixed the bastard, I took her a cuppa tea but he never got one!.

Oh I could go on for ages but some of the nicknams could not be printed in polite society as they say.

You had and Australian chap called Harry Bridges (Now Dec) who was the Union Boss of the LongShoremans Union in USA for many many years,I have heard his story on radio not long ago.
It seems shipowners the world wide are all the same....!!!!!!.

Ah to reminis is medicine for the heart...Lois 25/11/05

 

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