Isaiah 6:8

8 Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?”And I said, “Here am I. Send me!”

Monday, April 12, 2010

The Banana Pudding Bandit Strikes Again

My Uncle Cecil is the older man with glasses on the back row.  The people around him are his family.  He and my Aunt Gloria raised three boys whom I love dearly.  Barry - far right back row is a year older than I am.  Jerry -squatting is the oldest, Rob -far back left is the baby.  They lived in Florida too and so they were my only local extended family.  I loved my Uncle Cecil...he was a great storyteller.  Most people thought he was a B.S. artist....but he was not...he was an awesome storyteller.  He taught Air Conditioning and Refrigeration at the area Trade School.  He wrote poetry.  He hunted, fished, watched roller derbies and wrestling on tv.  He was a man's man....yet I adored him.  Several years ago when I took a writing class at Auburn during the summer I penned a little ditty about this wonderful man. 

Uncle Cecil

The smell of ‘nana pudding met me at the door

I knew my uncle would be there when I opened the front door.

There he’d sit just smiling, grinning from ear to ear

He lived in Lake Park but pudding always brought him here.

“Your mama’s quite a woman girl. She makes this pudding right.”

And he’d always show up at our door on banana pudding night.

We were just a small group – momma, daddy, me.

Uncle Cecil was a pudding lover and seconds there’d never be.

“Do you call him Momma? Is that how he always knows?”

She’d laugh and say, “no darling, he just has a banana pudding nose.”

“Can’t Aunt Gloria make it? Teach her and you will see.”

“He’ll eat pudding at his house and leave some seconds for me.”

Gloria never mastered my mother’s heavenly dish.

Seconds always went to Cecil – I never had my wish.

My momma made a pudding for my uncle’s funeral last year.

We all ate just one portion…and I think the reason’s clear.

Happy Monday to all!  I hope you enjoyed my small recollection of my childhood!  Do you have someone special in your life who has touched you? Blog about them...I'd love to get to know your family too!


Mary said...

That's great!

Mid-Atlantic Martha said...

Cute story! You asked about my tomatoe recipe from my last post. Here it is --

3 Tablespoons chopped fresh parsley
1 Tablespoon sugar
1 1/2 teaspoon garlic Salt
1 1/2 teaspoon seasoned salt "Lawry's"
1/2 teaspoon black pepper
3/4 teaspoon dried oregano
3/4 cup veg. oil
1/2 cup red wine vinegar

4-6 large tomatoes or 10-12 roma tomatoes cut into wedges.

wishk dressing ingredients to combine. Place tomatoes in a resealable plastic bag & pour in the dressing. Marinate overnight in refrigerator and bring to room temp. Serve with a slotted spoon.

Hope you enjoy!

From the Kitchen said...

I just found my way to your blog and love it! Uncle Cecil reminds me of some of my beloved uncles--and, I had a slew of them as my mother was one of seventeen children. Our southern reunions were unbelievable! I'm now transplanted to Chicagoland and, while it's a wonderful area, I look forward to returning to the south once a year to renew my "charm". I'm looking forward to spending more time on your blog.