Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1938-10-22
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BY T. MOSES JONES

AS the time of writing this is Fri
day morning. last night must have
been Thursday the date set for the
big barbecue supper out at the Ay-
cock school. And to the PIT. A.
ladies and Mr.. Poe 1 wish to state that
1 greatly appreciate their kind in
vitation to come out. and eat with
them and meet the folks of that COM
munity But, I had previously ac-
cepted an invitation out to Sam
BlackwelPs corn shocking supper.
(Miss Maggie Garrett, did you hear
that?)
So 1 truly hope the barbecue sup
per turned out to be a highly de-ap-
petizing, as well as financial, success.
and that all who attended had nice
time.
AS for the supper | attended, well
t seemed from the spread of food on
the table, that preparations had been
going on for weeks. But l am about
o get ahead of thinks. Fenton Seat
met me on the corner about six
.hirty, as soon as he got off from
york We vent by his house for his
wife and baby, and also collected
ames Regan, the next door boy, and
lway we went down the Virgilina
cad a-scooting, until we turned of
N the dirt road.
When we got there the yard was
ill of cars and we at once began to
ear that all the supper had been eat
On. The crowd had already eaten
Inner, and some of the men wen
lome and did not stay to supper.
jeveral tables full had finished sup
,er, but there was plenty for us.
l, here ask the operator to kindly
work himself up into a slight sense
Of disconsciousability so that he cal
;et this copy without it making any
impressions on his mind, as l am
going to mention the names of several
things which might tantalize him.
This is what was on the table, and
ate some of each mentioned article:
water and coffee; biscuits and corn
bread; chicken and dressing; sweet
potato pudding and cocoanut pie;
oeef and. ham; butterbeans and tur-
nips, cabbage and brunswick stew;
beach. pickle and-I don't remember
he rest but that was enough.
The funniest think I almost ever
heard was Mrs. Blackwell telling the
ladies this: 81 have dreaded this day
ever since we planted corn" And we,
there is as much truth and reason in
that as anything I overheard spoken
for it is something to dread to fix
dinner and supper for thirty or forty
folks and have something good /,
them to eat.
And after our table full, there were
yet some of the ladies who lad not
eaten. Then we went into the parlor
and heard Clarence Bailey spin some
of his yarns, and they. are yarns Of a
par-excellent variety. The radio ran
a, while, and then Fenton and Creigh-
ton and myself gave them a good
fooling in the line of music. But the
crowd sang a lot of songs which
drowned our racket and the singing
was very good.
Sam Blackwell is Mr.. Bob's oldest
son. His wife is w. H. Millions
daughter. Fred Blackwell, wife, and
children were there Mr.. and Mrs
Jack Parham and children Jack is
IAO singing I1G S1lOUlQ nave
been named Sam, so he could he call
ed Singing Sam" Mrs. Sam and
Mrs. Fred and Mrs Jack are sisters
Mr.. Bob, up in his eighties, enjoys
music as well as the younger folks
His other sons, Roy and George, were
also there
1t would not have been complete
without George West and family. And
then there were Mr.. and Mrs. w. c.
Critcher and family; Mrs. Lelie Seat
and Creighton and Miss Mamie Ia
tum. enfe
Bob Lee Hart sat in the corner,
just like title Jack Horner, and
looked like he was skce~ed to speak
to any one. He never VIII get married
if he doesn't learn to talk more, and
faster, and longer.
With this I again hid you a-dcv!
KFOCES TONrT,c