Waiting for the Mailman and southern fried chicken

Waiting for the Mailman

by

Jean Butterworth

During the early forties in the summertime I would find my Granddaddy Champion, who lived in Tuscaloosa, Alabama sitting on the front porch in a rocking chair. After a morning of plowing with a mule in the cotton or corn fields, he was tired. He would have finished a heavy meal cooked on the hot wood stove by Grandmother.chicken

The meal prepared was a usually fried chicken and fried vegetables along with cornbread and ice tea. Grandmother would have gone early that morning to the chicken yard and selected a young fryer size chicken. She would than prepare the chicken by cutting the neck off and letting the chicken flop on the ground, headless getting rid of much of the blood this way. She then would drop the chicken in hot water to loosen the feathers.

After the chicken was plucked of all the feathers she would light a brown paper sack and singe the hairs off the chicken. (Using newspaper would cause too much black ash on the chicken). All this sounds gross! Now the chicken was ready to be washed, cut up and ready to be salted, peppered and floured and then was ready for a hot skillet of lard. Good eating.

As curious as I was, I ask Granddaddy, “Why do you come out to the front porch after lunch and sit?” He replied, “I’m waiting on the mailman.” I would sit in the swing and talk to him while he waited.1950sJeep mail

Country mailmen can be described as a link with the country folks and society as a whole. They usually drive their own car on those dusty unpaved roads. He would nod at the people whose mailbox he deposited their mail or speak in a kind of “How are you doing,” sort of way.

The mail deposited in the mailbox would be the daily Tuscaloosa newspaper (a day late), letters from Granddaddy’s three sons in the army, and catalogs of various descriptions. No junk mail!

If there was a package the mailman would stop and carry the package to my Granddaddy. If the country house down the road was on the opposite side of the road he would have to slide over on the car seat’s other side to put the mail the box.Arrival of the mailman. Lake Dick Project, Arkansas

My favorite catalogs delivered by the mailman were the ones that had small clothing samples, especially for men’s suit, ties or work clothes. Sometimes grandmother would take the cloth samples and piece a quilt from them. Other times she would make clothes from the samples for my dolls.

Today, mailmen drive small trucks made especially for the Post Office Department and the steering wheel in on the “wrong side.” In the cities, the mailman walks the sidewalks with a leather satchel on his shoulder delivering the mail to a tin box on the side of the outside door or through a mail slot in the door. These mailmen wear short pants in the summertime and are subject to the weather and the bites of dogs!

Times have changed, now we wait to hear a “ping” on our computer and the voice announces, “You’ve Got Mail!”

Chinaberries and Other Memories of Alabama by Jean Butterworth

 

Chinaberries and Other Memories of Alabama


By (author): Jean Butterworth

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About Jean Butterworth

Jean Champion Butterworth is originally from Tuscaloosa County, graduating from Tuscaloosa County High School, Druid City Hospital School of Nursing and The University of Alabama. She is a retired nurse. Working 27 years at The Children’s Hospital as Department Director, Specialty Clinics. She has traveled extensively in Europe, Africa, The Middle East, and Eastern Europe. She can be contacted at jeanbutterworth1@gmail.com

She also has a Kindle book entitled, Chinaberries and Other Memories of Alabama

About Jean Butterworth

Jean Champion Butterworth is originally from Tuscaloosa County, graduating from Tuscaloosa County High School, Druid City Hospital School of Nursing and The University of Alabama. She is a retired nurse. Working 27 years at The Children’s Hospital as Department Director, Specialty Clinics. She has traveled extensively in Europe, Africa, The Middle East, and Eastern Europe. She can be contacted at jeanbutterworth1@gmail.com

She also has a Kindle book entitled, Chinaberries and Other Memories of Alabama

3 Responses to Waiting for the Mailman and southern fried chicken

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  2. Annie Richards says:

    Nice article!

    Most rural carriers still drive their own vehicles up and down those dirt/gravel pothole filled roads, are still a link with country folk and carry packages up to your porch! I know because I am one. 🙂

  3. Pingback: Would You Put This Much Trust In Your Mailman Today? - Alabama Pioneers

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