ms ethel
we (trout and I ) were having potato soup at Major Hooples years ago...it was our first REAL date- date...i was a bit nervous...
...He wasn't the kind of guy I usually dated
...He was kind of shy and VERY quiet
I thought that If I was going to sink I would do it right away so I could storm off to the Flats and drink.
Sique: "So what did your MoM think about your going out?"
Trout: "She was surprised. I haven't been out on a date in years"
Sique: "Did you tell her I was black?"
Trout: "yeah"
...yeah I know... conversation wasn't big that night. it was hard enough to get eye contact out of him, but I digress...
Sique: "what did she say?"
Trout: "she said: 'well, they do say black girls make good lovers...' " red ran up his checks and before he could bring up the pilsner to hide it, his entire face was a good even scarlet...
i did mention this was my first date right?
after that date, I actually did meet Trout's Mom, Ms Ethel and she was qutie kind and fully supportive of her oldest son.
she had faith that he would make a good stepfather...
she gave her blessing and good wishes when he decided to move out of Cleveland and live 2000 miles away, over and in spite of the rest of the family's objections...
she felt that her moving with us would interfere with our building a life, even though she could have used the sunshine and the relief...
when the marriage ended, she took no sides and still looked forward to hearing from her son, his ex wife and the children.
my hand was just lifting the phone on Mother's Day to wish her and the other MoMs in my life when it rang.
Trout was in tears
"My mom passed away. "
he tried to say more but all he could do is sob...
and all I could do but listen and remind him that the good folks in the world always have a shorter time limit than the evil. That, and she wasn't evil or bitter enough to live forever.
that got a laugh.
after about 40 or so minutes I actually got to finish my calls...
one fewer this year.
and it made the ones I did make all the more meaningfull.
...He wasn't the kind of guy I usually dated
...He was kind of shy and VERY quiet
I thought that If I was going to sink I would do it right away so I could storm off to the Flats and drink.
Sique: "So what did your MoM think about your going out?"
Trout: "She was surprised. I haven't been out on a date in years"
Sique: "Did you tell her I was black?"
Trout: "yeah"
...yeah I know... conversation wasn't big that night. it was hard enough to get eye contact out of him, but I digress...
Sique: "what did she say?"
Trout: "she said: 'well, they do say black girls make good lovers...' " red ran up his checks and before he could bring up the pilsner to hide it, his entire face was a good even scarlet...
i did mention this was my first date right?
after that date, I actually did meet Trout's Mom, Ms Ethel and she was qutie kind and fully supportive of her oldest son.
she had faith that he would make a good stepfather...
she gave her blessing and good wishes when he decided to move out of Cleveland and live 2000 miles away, over and in spite of the rest of the family's objections...
she felt that her moving with us would interfere with our building a life, even though she could have used the sunshine and the relief...
when the marriage ended, she took no sides and still looked forward to hearing from her son, his ex wife and the children.
my hand was just lifting the phone on Mother's Day to wish her and the other MoMs in my life when it rang.
Trout was in tears
"My mom passed away. "
he tried to say more but all he could do is sob...
and all I could do but listen and remind him that the good folks in the world always have a shorter time limit than the evil. That, and she wasn't evil or bitter enough to live forever.
that got a laugh.
after about 40 or so minutes I actually got to finish my calls...
one fewer this year.
and it made the ones I did make all the more meaningfull.
posted by sique | 5:28 PM
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