Muddy Water's Gramma Gave Us Licorice

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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Dietrich Avatar
October 29, 2020 at 5:54 PM
I'm reading your reply to me on this one from a long time ago. That sure sheds light on something I did not know!
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December 25, 2019 at 9:46 PM
Richard, I enjoyed your captivating poem very much! I'm a Chicagoan myself, and it was so interesting to hear the tale of this special and memorable night. :)
Neumann Avatar
December 25, 2019 at 4:22 AM
That is wonderfully penned and so sad. A great story. Kind wishes to you, Kai
Bauer Avatar
December 11, 2019 at 4:18 AM
You have earned yourself a new fan with this amazing write, Richard. I was immediately drawn into the whole scene and enjoyed every word. Great storytelling!
Bangalee Avatar
December 4, 2019 at 3:50 AM
finest story with sorrowful ending//
Papyrus Avatar
November 15, 2019 at 3:54 AM
Life is the blues. It's the sound that soul makes while healing. Love thjs!
Proxenos Avatar
November 9, 2019 at 7:43 AM
I wanted your story to go on longer, a wonderful tale - Liked Grandma a lot - you have a way with stories, I guess it's the magic that you conjure up for us to read - another great write as always. Hugs, Jennifer.
Wolf Avatar
October 27, 2019 at 10:17 PM
Great story, Richard. I too (like Jan) was riveted from start to finish. Wow! Just one question: 'Kenwood neighborhood' interested me. Was that down in Mississippi or up in Chicago? (If in Chicago, then I'm quite familiar with parts of the Kenwood area). Let me know, my dear friend. Once again, super-duper narrative! Bravo! ~ Gershon
Theraven Avatar
October 29, 2019 at 11:01 PM
Gershon, Thanks for the comments. Muddy lived in the suburb of Kenwood in Chicago. -Richard
Allison Avatar
October 27, 2019 at 6:55 PM
what an incredible tale you told Richard, you had me hooked I loved it from beginning to end:-) hugs Jan xx
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October 29, 2019 at 11:02 PM
Thank you Jan. -Richard
Messina Avatar
October 21, 2019 at 9:08 AM
A brilliant write...superb! You have a fine pen my friend. ~CM
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October 22, 2019 at 12:42 AM
Charles, Thank you friend. -Richard
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October 18, 2019 at 11:46 AM
Totally totally impressed. The most enjoyable read today. This should be POTD.
Theraven Avatar
October 18, 2019 at 9:54 PM
Richard, Thank you for the incredible comment, it means a lot to me. -Richard
Chiri Avatar
October 17, 2019 at 6:21 PM
Your writes I just love! Your way around words are amazing!;)
Theraven Avatar
October 18, 2019 at 10:18 AM
Good morning Brenda, Thank you for reading my Halloween night out with the twins. I love the way you turn a phrase too, truly. -Richard
Ravidas Avatar
October 17, 2019 at 8:01 AM
The Maltese spoke well. I read the story with great interest too. Thanks for the artistic view from inside of Halloween, music and nostalgia.
Theraven Avatar
October 18, 2019 at 10:15 AM
Kurt, Thank you for the comment. Victor really did. I hope the 'Maltese Falcon' title sticks. -Richard
Onclaud Avatar
October 16, 2019 at 2:05 PM
what a throbbed pacing of a suspenseful narrative, richard!... the end lines shout, 'boo!'... i enjoyed your comment on my poem... thanks and huggs
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October 18, 2019 at 10:13 AM
nette, Thank you for the wonderful comment. I'm glad for the return of one whose song wasn't lost in ' A NIGHTINGALE'S SONG'. -Richard
Dawn Avatar
October 15, 2019 at 10:45 PM
You’re so talented, Uncle of mine. I can close my eyes and see you crossing the street with those twins. Your words, man. Just brilliant. Love you!!!
Theraven Avatar
October 18, 2019 at 10:10 AM
Tara, Thank you for the comment. Now get back to writing. -Richard
Romios Avatar
October 14, 2019 at 4:49 PM
Richard! This a stupendously colossal. And a Fave. LoveMuudy Waters.OMG. Being from Chicago, da Blues is so popular. Prediction POTD. And one of the best poems I ever saw at PS. Panagiota
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October 15, 2019 at 12:30 AM
Hello Panagiota, Thank you for the well wishes. Maybe, we should invite all Soup poets, dressed in full costume, to go out Trick or Treating one day. -Richard
Anish Avatar
October 14, 2019 at 2:31 PM
Nice take on a great bluesman! Is this a true story? Peace & Blessings Matthew Anish
Theraven Avatar
October 14, 2019 at 11:12 PM
Mathew, It could be for someone. perhaps. The twins are real, as is crossing the street holding hands, costumes, all mine and enjoyed. -Richard
Dietrich Avatar
October 14, 2019 at 11:51 AM
I enjoyed this slice of life portrayal of one Halloween night trick or treating. Great story telling. The title really drew me in . Licorce is one of my very favorite candies!!
Theraven Avatar
October 15, 2019 at 12:17 AM
Andrea, Thank you, I like licorice too. In the case of this poem, licorice is an anagram for Cicero, IL. In the '20's Ralph Capone ran several speakeasies, the most famous of which was the Cotton Club in Cicero. The Capones were notable for their color-blind policy with respect to entertainment. The Cotton Club played host to most of the top Black acts of the 1920s. Duke Ellingon, King Oliver, Jelly Roll Morton, and Louis Armstrong played for people looking for a drink. and forget their troubles. Milton Berle played as comedian here too. -Richard
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October 14, 2019 at 11:46 AM
I really enjoyed this Richard. I felt like I was right there through it :)
Theraven Avatar
October 15, 2019 at 12:34 AM
Heidi, Thanks for the comment. If it were mine to grant, you would be. -Richard
Adams Avatar
October 14, 2019 at 10:16 AM
beautifully penned story Richard...so vivid, it came to life beautifully... loved this one :) hugs
Theraven Avatar
October 15, 2019 at 12:41 AM
Sandra, Thanks, my take on Halloween. Tried to go for Harper Lee's 'To Kill a Mockingbird' and Boo Radley feel. There is another on the Soup with a daughter named after her and her story. -Richard
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October 14, 2019 at 2:37 AM
Loved this story Richard, old muddy one of the greats. Tom
Theraven Avatar
October 15, 2019 at 12:43 AM
Tom, Thanks for the comment. He was something else. Little Walter was so gifted too. -Richard
Faulkner Avatar
October 13, 2019 at 10:39 PM
This is such a compelling story, so rich in the history of the blues, well put.
Theraven Avatar
October 15, 2019 at 12:48 AM
Michelle, Thanks for the comment. I don't know much about the times or the music. But never too late to learn. "Man, you don't know how I felt that afternoon when I heard that voice and it was my own voice." -Muddy Waters
One Avatar
October 13, 2019 at 4:51 PM
Great storytelling...sad ending..
Theraven Avatar
October 15, 2019 at 12:50 AM
Silent One, Thanks for the comment. It was a rough time. -Richard
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