My mother, Blanche, and my daddy, Rondy, when they got married in 1939.
Spread love everywhere you go.
--Mother Teresa
Far from the world,
at the Hawkins Cove during 1936,
cowbells ring in the pasture.
The sun rising like fire
over the Davy Mountain,
frost glitters like gems
in the pumpkin patch.
Chores never end on the farm.
Blanche feeds the Silkies
apple peelings and cornbread.
Alone in the coop,
she hums a hymn
and thinks about her beau.
The hens peck and preen,
she holds a chirping chick
stroking its fluffy feathers.
Gathering eggs from the nest,
Blanche carries them in a basket
Aunt Mae wove from river cane.
Trading at the country store,
she got staples, some cloth to make a dress,
and a tube of lipstick for her sisters.
Rondy is walking across Aquone
from the Civilian Conservation Corps.
On Saturday night, courting couples
hold a taffy pulling party;
a gilded weathervane twirls
on the old red barn.
--Brenda Kay Ledford
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