Green Eggs & Esther
Esther was my Gentile grandmother. When I read the chapter of Ester in the Hebrew Bible, I think of her. She molded me into the charming Charles George Taylor that I am to this day.
She lived in a trailer even though she owned a farmhouse on Stone Creek Ridge. She moved out of the big farm house because she couldn’t stand the drama of my mother and father.
I played with Barbie dolls when I sat on the sofa in her mobile home. She gave me a needle, scraps of material, thread and Barbie. I would sew while she sat in her Lazy Boy chair. She had a lava lamp on her T.V. and we watched Lawrence Welk together each night.
It just occurred to me, Esther was a fag hag, wasn’t she? Lawrence Welk must have been gay. I hated that show.
Esther tried to make Bill, my older brother sew too. But Bill was butch and would have none of it.
So, the second born child of her youngest offspring of 12 became her "golden child". I had the middle name of her dead husband, George, who drove himself off a cliff on Stone Creek Ridge while drunk.
She was over him anyway. She was much younger than he, and was in the process of a divorce when George drove his ass into a dead end– a maple tree.
Grandma was a trip. She had apple orchards surrounding her trailer. I often slept at her house because she made me laugh all the time and I felt safe while sleeping next to her.
She was a gardener with a green thumb and grew blue potatoes, succulent corn on the cob and could even make a tasty salad from Dandy Lions.
She had a chicken she hatched from an egg imported from South America. Her and I purchased a plastic incubator from a mail order catalogue and a special egg from South America. According to the mail order catalog, the egg would produce a chicken that could lay green eggs.
We already owned chickens and collected their eggs each morning right before the sun came up. Why not have green eggs too, we thought, it cost only $12.99 plus shipping and handling.
The special egg from South America hatched! We named the chick "Sally" and she laid green eggs.
She lived in a trailer even though she owned a farmhouse on Stone Creek Ridge. She moved out of the big farm house because she couldn’t stand the drama of my mother and father.
I played with Barbie dolls when I sat on the sofa in her mobile home. She gave me a needle, scraps of material, thread and Barbie. I would sew while she sat in her Lazy Boy chair. She had a lava lamp on her T.V. and we watched Lawrence Welk together each night.
It just occurred to me, Esther was a fag hag, wasn’t she? Lawrence Welk must have been gay. I hated that show.
Esther tried to make Bill, my older brother sew too. But Bill was butch and would have none of it.
So, the second born child of her youngest offspring of 12 became her "golden child". I had the middle name of her dead husband, George, who drove himself off a cliff on Stone Creek Ridge while drunk.
She was over him anyway. She was much younger than he, and was in the process of a divorce when George drove his ass into a dead end– a maple tree.
Grandma was a trip. She had apple orchards surrounding her trailer. I often slept at her house because she made me laugh all the time and I felt safe while sleeping next to her.
She was a gardener with a green thumb and grew blue potatoes, succulent corn on the cob and could even make a tasty salad from Dandy Lions.
She had a chicken she hatched from an egg imported from South America. Her and I purchased a plastic incubator from a mail order catalogue and a special egg from South America. According to the mail order catalog, the egg would produce a chicken that could lay green eggs.
We already owned chickens and collected their eggs each morning right before the sun came up. Why not have green eggs too, we thought, it cost only $12.99 plus shipping and handling.
The special egg from South America hatched! We named the chick "Sally" and she laid green eggs.
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