The Wahpeton times. [volume] (Wahpeton, Richland County, Dakota [N.D.]) 1879-1919, 1917-03-22
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asst WhiSk of the customers skirts van
shed through the grocery door. 81
xind of guess Minnie Wimble must be
sxpectin' Henry's folks"
Guess so," assented Lem. "Fur's
that goes, though, Myron's keen for
good things, not to mention havin' 'em
accordin' to custom and tradition. He'd
want everything same's it used to be
1t Gran'ma Fenderson's, seven pies and
all, if there want a soul to eat 'em
except him and Minnie; and Minnie,
shed give him what he wanted If 1t
was fried moon with star sauce"
Uncle ELI Emmons brought the fore
legs of his tilted chair to the floor and
sat up straight.
Il remember hev'n Thanksgivin' din
aer to Gran'ma Fendersons onct," he
announced. Jump! Thanksgivin'
amt what it used to be. Minnie VIM
Die may want to give Myron the same
ne used to get at Gran'na Fenderson's,
but don't believe she's up to it. Likes
DOT She wouldn't know what was
gran'ma's seven kinds of pie, to be-
gin with"
"Oh, come now. Eli" protested
Uncle 81 Bonney. "Mebbe women amt
stickin' so clOst over the cookstove's
they used to, but when it comes to
extry occasions, I guess their gram
ma'ams wouldn't hev to be ashamed OF
EN-; not eff the dinner Susan's plannin'
fors fair sample. Turkey to one
end of the table, chicken and oyster
pie tother, ham halfway down, and
plenty of fixin's. Chestnut stuffin', too
-m-m-m!"
"Umph!" snorted Uncle Eli suspi-
ciously. "How about pies?"
"Mince, apple, pumpkin and Gus.
tard," recited Uncle 81 relishingly.
"Four!' said Uncle Eli scornfully.
"There'd Oughter be seven. And q
cracker puddin'."
mo, there oughtn't," declared Uncle
81 with spirit. "There want any ice
cream to Gran'ma Fenderson's. Ye
don't need puddin', and four kinds
of pie is enough when ye have ice
cream"
II want cracker puddin'," declared
Uncle Eli belligerently. Il shan't get
it, nor ice cream neither; but want it.
anyhow. And didn't say seven kinds
of pie was needful, onless persons
bein' set up to equal Gran'ma Fender
. son.
swell, she always had seven," ad.
mitted Uncle 81. apple, pumpkin, GUS
tard, mince, cranberry-that's five
cOconut-"
Nobody in the Henderson family
ate coconut. Twas Marlborough"
contradicted Uncle Eli.
"Banbury," suggested Uncle 81 hope
fully, after meditative pause.
"Banbury amt pie; it's tarts," as
serted Uncle Eli decisively.
"Sure it wasn't cOconut?"
"Sure. Old Cap'n Henderson hated
cocoruts. Said they was sticky, grit.
ty, sweet, messy things; no fit food fol
Christians"
"Huckleberry?" suggested Lem.
"Huckleberry!" Uncle Ellis scorn
was scathing. ""Twa'n't huckleberry
mn rnnro'r ,t,vao m, rrn nj por roc,,y,n,.,,
Twas partic'ler kind of pie. Let
me--think; mince, apple, custard
pumpkin, Marlborough; why, that's
only five".
Lost pie, Eli?" reproved Lem.
Pumpkin, Marlborough, custard,
mince, apple" repeated Uncle Eli in
worried tones. where's that sixth
pie gone to-"
Cranberry, Eli, cranberry" Uncle
81 reminded him soothingly.
Cranberry" Uncle Eli echoed with
relief. "Well, we got back to six
again; but there'd ought to be SEVEN"
Mrs. Wimble dropped in again just
then to add jar Of Canton ginger to
her list. Preoccupied with his intense
effort of memory, Uncle Eli did not no.
tice her, but Uncle 81 remarked casu-
ally:
1--WE was talkin' about Thanksgivin's
like they used to be to Gran'ma Fen
derson's, Minnie. S'pose you don't re-
member bout her seven kinds of pie?'
Remember? No; but Myron's told
me often enough" she replied. "Per-
fectly ridiculous, call it; but all the
same I'm going to surprise him this
year with the whole seven. had quite
time getting hold Of the right rule
for old-fashioned green tomato pie,
though"
Screen tomato!" shouted Uncle Eli
explOsively. "Thats it! That's the
seventh pie!"
Uncle 81 chuckled wheezily 'Mebbe
Minnie'll save ye out piece for old
times sake, eff We ask her pretty" he
suggested. might even bake We
saucer pie special. Womenfolks hev
changed mite, someways. but they
haven't stopped pamperin' us menfolks
In our appetites."