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Fat and Sassy: Another baby brother

Tuesday TalesWelcome to TUESDAY TALES. For our first prompt of the new year, we’re writing to the prompt ‘toes’.

When we left Fat & Sassy right before Christmas, Mae had a Christmas program that Bea couldn’t attend, because of the new baby, Evan Lee. For this prompt, we’re jumping ahead a few years. Much to the family dismay, little Evan – who was premature – died at only a few months old. Three years pass before another child joins the family. Join us today for the birth of Alvin Dale, then return to TUESDAY TALES for more stories.

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October 4, 1946

baby toesMae skipped to the corner of Leadora and stopped. She called back to Helen who was lagging behind, “Hurry up slowpoke.”

Helen giggled. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

“You know we’re supposed to walk together. Where’s Bill?” Mae hollered back.

“I don’t know,” Helen said. “He disappeared with his friends as soon as the school bell rang.”

A few blocks later, Mae still in the lead, stopped and yelled to her sister, “There’s cars at the house. I think one is Dr. Hightower’s car!”

Helen hurried to catch up with her older sister and they ran to the house together. “It’s Uncle Floyd’s car too.”

They jumped up the step and flung the front door open. “Whoa, there. Slow down,” Casey said, sitting on the couch with Uncle Floyd, watching Tom and Ida playing on the floor in the middle of the room. “Where’s the fire?”

The girls came to a screeching halt. “We saw the cars,” Mae said as the girls hurried over to Uncle Floyd and enveloped him in a huge hug. “Why is the doctor here? Where is Aunt Gene?”

A smile filled Casey’s face. “They’re both with your Mother right now. You have another little brother.”

A baby’s cry sounded from the bedroom, as if on cue.

“Can we go see him?” the girls asked in unison.

“Not yet. Soon. Why don’t you fill up our coffee cups while we’re waiting?”

The girls hurried to their room and dropped their school books on the bed. Returning to the living room, Mae and Helen picked up the men’s empty coffee cups and headed towards the kitchen, heads swiveling towards their parents closed bedroom door. By the time they returned with steaming cups of coffee for their father and uncle, Aunt Gene appeared in the doorway holding a bundled, bawling little boy.

She walked across the room, turning to show off the newborn she carried so carefully.

“Alvin Dale,” Casey proclaimed. “He’s Alvin Dale Jones.”

The children gathered around, examining the tiny little boy. Dr. Hightower appeared in the doorway, clasping the top of the of his well-worn black leather case. “What do you think of your new baby brother, youngins?”

“He’s so tiny.”

“He’s so loud.”

“Another boy?”

A worried look flitted across Mae’s face. “Is he going to be all right? He’s not going to die like Evan Lee, is he?”

Dr. Hightower crouched down next to Mae. “No child, he is going to be fine. Evan Lee was too early and didn’t have a chance. This baby is fit and healthy. He’s going to be just fine. He’s got all his fingers and all his toes. He’ll be following you around the house before you know it.”

He stood up and patted the top of her brown tousled head. “Go see for yourself. Go meet your little brother.” As the family gathered around Aunt Gene and the baby, they never noticed Dr. Hightower taking his quiet leave.

The Jones family was back to even numbers – three girls and three boys. Glendora would never be the same once the Jones’ girls and Jones’ boys grew up, but no one in the house realized it at that moment, all thoughts were centered around the red, wrinkled little Alvin, the newcomer to the family.

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Fat and Sassy – New house, new baby, new life

Tuesday TalesIt’s TUESDAY TALES. This week we’re writing to the prompt ‘bells’.

In Fat and Sassy, the Jones’ moved back to California, despite the broken axle in New Mexico, and find themselves in a new home, one that they can call their own.

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christmas paper garland216 Leadora. Their new home. Bea and Casey wouldn’t move again for thirty years.

They got moved in and settled just in time for Mae to start to school. First grade. She was excited. She was scared. A lot had happened since the short time she’d attended kindergarten in California before. There’d been lots of moves and another baby sister added to the family.

Bea had conflicting feelings also about Mae going to school. Yes, one child was out of the house for part of the day, which should have been a source of relief. Yet, this child was the little caretaker of the younger ones, so now Bea had to keep track of the four younger children, and get the ironing done before the ladies stopped by to pick up their pressed clothes.

One night after she’d gotten all the children off the bed, Bea slipped inside beside Casey and gave him some unexpected news. “Yore gonna be a Daddy again.”

“Again! Maybe it will be another boy, then we’ll have three of each.”

Mae turned seven on November 10th. Twenty days later, on November 30th, her newest little brother, Evan Lee, entered the world. Now they were six, six Jones children, ages from newborn to seven years old.

With another little one in the family, Mae unofficially became the second mother. Bea started taking in laundry for extra money and needed more and more help with the children. Especially since as the kids got older, they were more active and not as confined to the small spaces babies occupy.

After the newest baby was born, Mae would run home after school. She’d stand over the basinet and talk to Evan Lee and make faces at him. One day she bounced in the house. She hurried over to the corner where the baby lay, talking to him and wiggling her fingers in front of his face. Turning to her mother stationed behind the ironing board, she asked, “Mama, we’re going to have a Christmas program at school this Friday. Can you come watch?”

“I can’t git to the school,” Bea replied. “Your brother is only three weeks old. Yore daddy is working. There’s no way I can walk to the school with all your brothers and sisters.”

Disappoint flashed across Mae’s face. “It’s going to be good. We’ve been practicing songs and everything. And we made chains of red and green colored paper and we get to bring them home afterwards, to decorate the house.”

“Do you have a part to say?”

“No. I don’t have any lines. The teacher wouldn’t give me anything to say. She says I don’t say all my words right. But I do get to ring some bells.”

“What does she mean that you don’t say words right?”

“She says I say warsh, but it’s really wash, that there’s no ‘r’. And she says I don’t say wabbit right.”

“I won’t be able to git to the program Ona Mae. But it looks like I’ll have to make a trip to the school when yore Daddy can drive me to have a little chat with yore teacher.”

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