Granny Maumee; The rider of dreams; Simon the Cyrenian

by Ridgely Torrence

Granny

[Rocking back and forth.] My Sam, my man babe-um.

Pearl

Hit git you all wuk up an’ wore out. You won’t look good to company.

Granny

Look! Has I looked fo’ fifty yeah sence I rush in de fieh fo’ my Sam, which hit de las’ sight deze eyes seen? Oh, whuffo’ dee drag me out an’ hilt me back? I bo’ one man an’ him dee tuk’n bu’nt. An’ ’e slep’ right’n dis room w’en de man wuz shot w’ich dee ’cuze ’im er! Whuffo’ dee drag me back f’um de fieh?

Pearl

I sees the wisdom of Gawd in hit, Granny Maumee. Fifty yeahs ergo me and Sapphie’s granpap been burnt and yet you was to live to git a new Sam.

Granny