(Ben Kimberly Prins (1902 – 1980) Vacation Plans )
For the first time in years I felt like a princess. I felt like royalty because I was dressed nicely and I had lunch money! I recall standing in line with my lunch ticket and waiting my turn to be served my meal. Our meals at this school were served to us on thick white glass plates and as I carefully carried my warm plate filled with food to my seat on a tray, I would grab a napkin and a fork and a spoon and even a table knife! Lunch room attendants would bring each of us students little glass bottles of milk as we awaited permission to eat. Before that permission to eat was given we bowed our heads in prayer and we were guided in giving thanks for our food. I was very thankful for my food and did not mind letting God know I loved all the food on my plate! I had not experienced so much food at one time, on one plate so consistently. I was beyond thankful. On special days we were served chocolate milk - in real glasses, all frothy and icy cold. The chocolate milk deserved another prayer of thanks. After eating lunch and carrying my plate to the dish washing area, I waited with all the other kids to be excused to go outside and play. If I was still hungry, which I always was, I would get in a line behind the cafeteria with other hunger kids and wait with anticipation for some extra goodies. The top of the dutch doors would swing open and a smiling laughing woman would appear in her crisp white apron and hair net and hand out all the extra biscuits and cookies making sure she gave each one of us a big smile and a wink. At Caledonia, I was served fresh food made from scratch everyday, I no longer sat and waited for other students to share their left overs with me. In this moment, over 50 years later, I can close my eyes and smell the fresh made biscuits and gravy and chicken and green beans and corn and taste the chocolate milk. I can still feel my chocolate milk or plain milk mustache wet on my upper lip and still feel the anticipation to gobble up every morsel on that thick white warm glass plate. I was an expert at devouring everything on my plate, everyday. Sometimes, I would bend over my plate, getting my face close enough so I could lick that plate clean! I was not docile enough or tamed enough - yet - to know that to lick one's plate is a bit crass. To me, licking my plate clean meant life was tasting really good in Mississippi.
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My wild weedy nature began to thrive. I was ravenous in all ways. I gained weight and my hair began to grow again, or so I thought. My mother would inspect my body after I bathed to make sure I removed the all the days dirt from my ankles. I know I had dirt on my ankles and elbows that must have been at least a few yeas old because while with my father I was leery of showers and tubs because of bugs. I recall crying one evening in particular when my mom decided to remove the darkened skin from my feet and arms and the removal of years of built up dirt requires a scrubbing that also removes skin. My skin went from being dirt brown crust to brand new fresh red raw skin that throbbed with burning pain. I quickly learned the proper way to bath so I could be in control of my skin's happiness. I am certain my bath time was the beginning of my control issues!
I remember one day while I was playing badminton with my cousin that my hair was actually long enough to get stuck beneath my arms as I swatted the birdie! I don't know if my hair actually began to grow longer or if the longer hair on my head was merely because it no longer was a matted mess. I lived with knots in my hair for a long time and it was a painful process to remove those knots. Not something I ever want to feel again. Living with my mother was painful, physically painful but that pain was worth it for somehow the burning and the pulling equated to being loved. Little did I know my long hair days were numbered.
My cousin. In Mississippi I re-met a cousin of mine. I remembered her from before my parent's divorce when we were crammed together in the back of the Pontiac traveling across country. My cousin and I were always the ones to be put up in the back window or made to lay on the floor boards. Now we were together in Mississippi. My cousin had also been living a life filled with uncertainty, poverty, a lack of nurturing, and navigating a life filled with monsters - much like my own life before my mom rescued me from my dad. My cousin and I were only a year apart in age and bonded immediately. To this day, she and I are like sisters and I know our hearts are one because they grew together.
My cousin and I played and played and ate and ate and dreamed and dreamed and supported one another and kept one another company. We laughed and invented games and pretty much did whatever we wanted because in the early 60s, children were to be seen and not heard and our duty was to stay outside until called inside. My cousin and I were both little wild ravenous weeds growing fast in the security and comfort of Columbus. Our favorite game was to go out to a field behind the Restaurant and Hotel where my mom's trailer was parked and where both our mom's worked. We would go out in the field which was part of a tree nursery. The field was where the nursery grew its evergreen shrubs. Evergreens that are readied to be sold have their root balls wrapped in burlap and we would crawl between the burlap root sacks pretending we were soldiers or wild animals in burlap tunnels. One of favorite sports was to hold the top of a tree to the ground while the other mounted the green beast and upon the count of 1, 2, 3 release the beast for a wild ride! Our bodies would get whipped back and forth and the winner of course was the one who could hold on the longest. I know our thighs bore the marks of the evergreen beast claws that dug into our skin as we strangled the trees with our bodies. We had so much fun. Our lives felt unreal. We both savored the time in which we were allowed to stay in one place for a small amount of time. Happiness can make the days feel like years, so can a broken heart. Here in Columbus, my long long days were stretched out because of a happy, healing, well fed, content, heart.
Evergreen trees awaiting shipment, and Nehi soda image courtesy of Google images
On our after school activities was to go out back, behind the restaurant where the sign, "Colored's" was and hang out with the folk of color. We were not supposed to do so, but that was where we loved to be. Out back was where all the good music was. Out back was where all the good food was. Out back was where all the laughter and knee slapping was, out back was where everyone danced and sang and whistled. Out back, with the happy people, sitting on the unpainted splintery benches is where my cousin and I loved to be. It was out back in Columbus Mississippi where I learned to love RC Cola with peanuts at the bottom. Behind the restaurant proper is where I discovered Nehi soda too, and loved the orange Nehi sodas the best. I'd open up the big cooler and reach in pulling out a frosty soda pop, then open the lid using the opener on the side of the chest and sit on the splintery benches and chug down the soda so fast the bubbles would grab my throat. Ahhhh, that was so good!
My cousin and I lived like children were supposed to live, for the first time in a long time in our lives. We took advantage of everyday without thought about anything other than going to school, doing our school work, learning how to dance, and riding trees. Life was as it should be. But, alas, our fun times were coming to an end, but for the time being we squeezed every bit of happiness we could from every second we had.
Columbus Mississippi was indeed a dream world that I am still grateful for.
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