The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1917-05-16
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last whisk of the customers skirts van
ished through the grocery door. 81
kind of guess Minnie Wimble must be
expectin' Henry's folks"
Guess So" assented Lem. ''Fur's
that goes, though, Myron's keen for
good things, not to mention hayin' ZEN
accordin' to custom and tradition. He'd
want everything same's 1t used to be
at Gran'ma Fenderson's, seven pies and
all, If there want n soul to eat EN-
except him and Minnie; and Minnie.
she'd 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
81 remember hev'n Thanksgivin' din
ner to Gran'ma Fenderson's onct," he
announced. "Umpl Thanksgiving
aln't what 1t used to be. Minnie VIM
BILE may want to give Myron the same
he used to get at Gran'ma FendersOn's,
but don't believe she's up to it. Likes
not 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 1t comes to
extry occasions, l guess their gran
maams wouldn't hev to be ashamed of
'em; not ef 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 stufIin', too
-m-m-ml"
"UmphI' snorted Uncle Eli suspi-
ciously. How about piesT"
'AIince, apple, pumpkin and Gus
tard." reclted Uncle 81 rellshingly.
-Four /" said Uncle Ell scornfully
"There'd oughter be seven. And "A
cracker puddln'."
mo. there oughtn't," declared Uncle
81 with spirit There want any Ice
cream to Gran'ma Fenderson's. Ye
don't need a puddln', and four kinds
Of pie is enough when we have ice
cream"
II want cracker puddin'," declared
Uncle ELI belligerently. II shan't get
It, nor ice cream neither; but l want IT,
anyhow. And l didn't say seven kinds
of pie was needful, onless a persons
bein' set up to equal Gran'ma Fender
son."
"Well. she always had SEVEN" I'D
mitted Uncle 81. apple, pumpkin, Gus
tard. mince. cranberry-that's five
coconut-"
Nobody in the Henderson family
ate coconut. Twas Marlborough"
contradicted Uncle Ell.
"Banbury," suggested Uncle 81 hope
fully. after u meditatiye pause.
"Banbury amt pie; it's tarts." as.
serted Uncle Ell decisively.
Sure 1t wasn't coconutT"
"Sure. Old Cap'n Henderson hated
coconuts. Said they was sticky. grit.
ty. sweet. messy things; no fit food fol
Christians"
"Huckleberry7" suggested Lem.
"Huckleberry /" Uncle ELS scorn
was scathlng. "'Twa'n't huckleberry
no more'n twas currant nor raspberry.
Twas a partlc'ler kind of pie. Let
me-think; mlnce, apple, custard
pumpkin, Marlborough; why, that's
only fivel''
Lost a pie, EliT reprOved Lem
Pumpkin. Marlborough, custari
mlnce, apple" repeated Uncle Eli 10
worried tones. "Where's that sixth
pie gone tot"
Cranberry. Ell, 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
tlce her, but Uncle 81 remarked casu-
ally:
1--WE was talkin' about Thanksgiving
like they used to be to Gran'ma Fen
dersons, Minnie. S'pose you don't re
member bout her seven kinds Of pier
-Remember? No; but Myron's told
me often enough" she replied. per