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Muddy Water's Gramma gave us licorice

I walked the old Kenwood neighborhood with my twin little brother and sister in tow,
'hold there hands and look both ways before you cross the street'
No use trying to talk my way out, knew it was the only way mom would let me go. 

October's new moon, peaked in and out of passing clouds,
leaving the night gloomy in stygian darkness.
Faces painted, carrying our paper bags, dressed in raggedy linen pillow case shrouds.  

Low sad sound of a guitar's slow lick, pitch in open E,  played a few doors down,
accompanied by a soulful song sung:

'Well, my mother told my father,
just before hmmm, I was born,
"I got a boy child's comin,
He's gonna be, he's gonna be a rollin stone,
Sure 'nough, he's a rollin stone..'

I knocked on the door, our shrilled chorus trio called out Trick or Treater's round,
Clutching a Bible in her hands 'to ward off evil spirits'.
Gramma Della turned on the porch-light, framed in screened doorway,
emitting a joyous whooping sort of laugh, invited the three of us in. 

The bright-eyed man sat at the kitchen table, looking up from his guitar emblazoned in Formica reflected glory.
In the corner, a pretty girl, dressed as Cinderella, sat cross-legged on the floor..
with what looked like a million dollars worth of candy.
   
 Muddy, who had ceased his song at our knock, nodded our way. 
With curious smile that was both happy and sad, in smooth, measured voice said   
'Oh don't you look a fright'.

Della handed out licorice that year, the same as all the years we once knew.
But what us kids remember best, and last, the man who sung & played the Catfish Blues.
 
What I didn't learn 'til later, a picture placed in Muddy's view of the living room.  
Little Walter, with his harmonica cupped in hands, 
who died just a year earlier, a day after Valentine's moon.  

Inspired by McKinley Morganfield and his Grandmother Della Jones       
   
You get a heck of a sound from the church. Can't you hear it in my voice?                  -Muddy Waters
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