|George Holcomb Prosser Collection|
[*Descripton of a trip by George Prosser and his wife to see relatives in Tennessee.]
Our kids were grown and on their own,
And we had
A new style recreation.
back home to Tennessee
farms and places dear
We rambled into Knoxville soon
To where we
both were born.
Ma and I talked of days gone by,
trips to town.
Of new things that we found.
that they'd go to church
And so we
idled on our way -
the road where we should turn --
neighbors soon set right
We drove up
to the old church house,
the folks who gathered in
We hardly knew a single soul
were all new.
To find an old friend true.
Well, Ma’s new glasses helped her out
She beat me
by a mile—
Together all did smile.
The service was as years gone by—
My mind was
just the same;
Of which I was ashamed.
They asked us home to dinner then.
Of course we
Wished many things to see.
Their only boy was full size grown,
eating was his stock in trade,
we walked in the door that day,
haven't et since breakfast time,
Well, Ma helped in the kitchen;
and I held the porch,
Because the biscuits scorched.
brought them in and set them down
Then Junior took his seat to say,
hogged a hunk of butter off,
stirred and mashed the mixture up
sopped the biscuits in the spread--
soon his plate was bare again.
There still were lots of biscuits left
filled his plate with butter gold
Just then his mother placed a plate
chicken, fried, piled high,
The boy was stuck with a full plate.
tho't he'd lost the race,
And drew another place
He passed his full plate to his mom
snatched her plate away.