Grandpa’s Jug…

On a cold southern night, reading under

The covers by a “coal oil” light, grandpa’s

Piano laughter ringing in my ears,

Serenading grandma both had a bit too

Much “cheer”.

I laughed so hard I pulled up the tail of

My flour sack gown to dry my tears,

Ma could not hear me I had nothing to


Suddenly there was the smell of smoke,

Ma came in giving my covered shoulders

A poke.

It does not matter to me she exclaimed,

You may want to get out of bed before

You go up in flames.

Through the hole in my quilt I could see,

Smoke rising through it like a tepee.

Pa tossed a bucket of water at me from

The door, it missed the bed and hit the


Grandpa jerked the quilt off the bed, folded

It ever so gently and pristine, then through

It out my window that had no screen.

My aunt walked in laughed so hard she peed,

Then said to the others, “Don’t yell at her, be

Happy that she likes to read.

Everyone begin to laugh, drying her tears

Ma said, “Well, it isn’t as if she’s committed

A crime”. It was then…I ran to the outhouse

Thankful for their “cheer” with the help of a little

Old jug of “moonshine”.



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3 thoughts on “Grandpa’s Jug…

  1. .Very cute, Ann. I remember the flour sack dresses and the oil lamps, trips to the outhouse and going to bed early to finally get warm, but I never took a lamp to bed with me. Thank goodness for flashlights later on, improved life a lot, no?


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