Excerpt of What the River Washed Away by Muriel Mharie Macleod
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One thing my Mambo can do for sure is look after out back. Once
when he got mad at her, Pappy said the way she was acting would
make folks think she ain't good for nothing at all. But then he said
he was sorry for talking like that. She said he oughta pay it no mind.
He said he was glad she was good out back and always been a fine
help about the place, and he was right proud of it too. Pappy and
Mambo just fight all the time.
I used to go with him for chopping thin branches out back of our
cabin. He said he needed a hundred and I gotta learn my counting,
so he'd be sure on getting enough. We stepped out and got ten each
time, so I learnt easy. Then I had to count how many he trimmed up,
and how many he whittled down for sticking in the ground. That's
how we got a fence out front of our cabin, like nobody else, 'cause
Pappy was busy teaching me my numbers. He always said he was
gonna put that fence all round his land and I'd learn half a thousand,
but he got old. Grandma and Mambo just laughed.
'What land? Ain't ya land, we just dammit lucky ain't nobody come
on over here throwing us o!. Ain't nobody round here own nothing.
Ya just nothing but an old fool.'
Once he was gone, Mambo grabbed his stack of old newspapers and
started covering up the walls of our cabin. Mixed a paste of flour and
water and set about sticking them all over. Pappy always got a hold
of old newspapers for learning me my letters and teaching me my
reading. We were always reading news when it ain't news any more,
and I know every story on them walls near enough word for word.
'Don't go pasting them up any old how Mambo. Put this here,
'longside of this. See? Them's the same story, so put them pages
together, so's folks can read all about it.'
'Lord, girl. If ya head ain't just full of what nobody care nothing
about. Ain't nobody coming over here reading them walls. Folks
coming over here don't read nothing.'
'But they's oughta Mambo, and they's oughta learn anyways. I can
teach them Mambo, just like Pappy teach me. Ain't hard Mambo.
Look, they's talking about the fire down in New Orleans here, and
here, so put them right next to one another so everybody can read
what happened to folks and how they all get hurt, and all them houses,
how they burned down, and how they's gonna raise them up again.
Over here Mambo, look. Look at it, that's a real story, it really happened
to folks. It did.'
'Stop with the talking. Just once, stop with the damn talking.'
'And this here's about all them trees they's gonna take from round
here, Mambo. They's gonna do it, take them for the railway line and
for one of them mills, 'cause cottonseed got oil, that's what they
say. Listen, this one says it's from Mansfield, that's over Desoto
She wants to be throwing out his magazines, too, but I screamed
every word I ever heard him call her. 'Whore, daughter a Babylon,
voodoo queen just like ya ma, slattern,' and I don't know what else,
till she dropped them magazines right in the middle of our cabin floor
and thwacked me plenty. Then she washed my mouth out with the
carbolic. I got to keep my magazines though. Seems she's so upset
with my mouth she forgot what she was thwacking me for, I guess.
Pappy was always telling me to get all the reading I can, 'cause
when he was young, coloureds ain't ever get any reading at all, they
ain't never allowed that. I keep all them magazines under my cot
now and study them over and over again. I've read them a hundred
times. I touch them just the way Pappy said, with a gentle care, so
no page gets torn, 'cause the way I see it, that's the only reading
I'm ever gonna get now he's gone. Except maybe the paper coming
wrapped round crawfish somebody give us 'cause a mambo don't
always take dimes. I read them too, so I know what's going on, even
though Mambo ain't ever take me anywhere. She's too busy having
herself a good time.
Excerpted from What the River Washed Away
by Muriel Mharie Macleod. Copyright © 2013 by Muriel Mharie Macleod.
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