The Bag Lady

Originally recorded in 1959 by The Clovers. Written by Jerry Lieber and Mike Stoller.

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MLMM Saturday Mix 7-22-17

I am a very handsome, full breed, because that is indeed very important, Shih tzu, and that is the correct pronunciation. It has a silent “t” in it, and even though some humans say it wrong intentionally, it does in my opinion, demean our proud heritage.

However proud I may be, I have to admit the curse of being the runt of my litter (what an unfortunate word, really!). I was small and had a lazy eye, so when everyone else in my family were purchased, I was left to linger on smelly, soiled newspaper clippings in a glass box at the mall’s pet shop. Do you like being poked, stared at all day? Of course not, and none of us pet shop offerings do either!

A friendly, sweet girl came by the pet shop every day, lifting me carefully, scratching my ears, hugging me. I loved this girl, she was gentle and caring. One day I actually was thrilled to see her discussing me with the shop owner. Since I was growing and by his estimation not a perfect candidate for adoption, he gave her a discount. Such is life for those of us who have owners. Owners, not parents. We are not children. We may choose to act like a three year old at times, but that is usually put aside with love and training. Maybe we are vaguely similar to children, but I digress.

My life was perfect with this young woman until she decided to marry and have children. Those disgusting, two legged pull on your ears and tail, stepping on your toe, horrid little humans. I became the third, no, fifth wheel in her vehicle of life. I no longer received the attention I, of course, deserve and showed my discontent by nipping, no, not biting, a little nip! Well how would you react if someone was toddling around and landed on you, laughing? I had enough. I showed it in actions best not reported here.

As a result I ended up in a different home, known by my sweet girl human, as “mom and dad”. My new adventure started and my true personality respected. I was revered, loved and catered to. What a life!

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Well Ethel, she’s not being discreet anymore!

I know what you mean, Ethel, it’s these modern times. Nowadays they let everything all hang out. At least back in the forties we had the common sense to hide our bicycles behind the corn crib!

I still remember that dreamboat Jimmy–how cute he was, all shiny sweaty from helping our daddy in the hay field.

Yep, me too. Those “ciggie” breaks were fun, eh Alma?

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Check out the decade you were born to see what new junk food was invented.

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My granddaughter’s friend is debuting her book. You can find her information here:

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Also available in a book box!

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Wearing the latest “style”

Hair long and all messy

Her protruding “guile”

Leaves no one guessing

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Abandoned

Colorful treasures

Meaningful

Years ago

Now merely trinkets of time

I choose to forget

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Her impenetrable scream helped lessen my urgency, her fickle attempt to draw anyone’s attention. If there actually was another human close by, the sound of some maniac coming from the bushes would not encourage investigation. I turned off the headlights and rolled her car down the steep embankment, off the rarely traveled road. If there was anyone passing by, a lurk on the main road would not cause suspicion. I was finally rid of her. The blood streaming into the brambles would soon provide freedom for us both.

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“No, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.”

On a hot autumn afternoon on the shores of the Gulf Coast, my daily job is retrieving oyster meat for local restaurants which cater to the rich. None of these patrons want to know exactly who is retrieving these so called delicacies. If “they” ever saw a ragged colored girl with a knife, even to scrape out those special treats, they would probably run in fright or call the police.

This is the life of the shanty town girls, always a dream in their hearts, but shuffle down to the docks each morning to maintain a piece of dignity having a paying job. They don’t ask why, they are simply indoctrinated.

–Zora Neale Hurston, from “How Does it Feel to be Colored Me” in World Tomorrow (1928)

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