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Stories I Ain't Told Nobody Yet
Selections from the People Pieces
Jo Carson
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Stories I Ain't Told Nobody Yet
Selections from the People Pieces
Jo Carson
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Fifty-four monologues and dialogues, a remarkable distillation of rhythms and nuances from the region of the heart.
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NEIGHBORS AND KIN
2
Itās gettinā to where
you canāt give a person nothinā anymore
and itās too damn bad.
you canāt give a person nothinā anymore
and itās too damn bad.
Now, my neighbor
could look the devil in the eye
and say no thanks he didnāt want to go to hell,
while at the same time
tryinā to slip Jesus Christ a couple of dollar bills
for the free gift of salvation.
could look the devil in the eye
and say no thanks he didnāt want to go to hell,
while at the same time
tryinā to slip Jesus Christ a couple of dollar bills
for the free gift of salvation.
Heās a hard man
and heās about to drive me crazy.
Fifty cents he puts in my mailbox,
or a dollar or somethinā,
and all I did was give his wife
a couple of tomatoes
and a mess of old string beans.
and heās about to drive me crazy.
Fifty cents he puts in my mailbox,
or a dollar or somethinā,
and all I did was give his wife
a couple of tomatoes
and a mess of old string beans.
And they aināt rich.
Then, yesterday, I picked a half a bushel
of them little olā zucchini squash
and I carried over five or six
and put them on his porch
with a note that said,
āThese are a present. ā
Present was underlined.
And today,
thereās a dollar in my mailbox.
of them little olā zucchini squash
and I carried over five or six
and put them on his porch
with a note that said,
āThese are a present. ā
Present was underlined.
And today,
thereās a dollar in my mailbox.
The man donāt understand
heās doinā a favor
when he takes and eats them damn zucchini,
and when he pays me for āem,
when he pays me for āem
itās me ends up beholden to him.
dp n="21" folio="7" ?heās doinā a favor
when he takes and eats them damn zucchini,
and when he pays me for āem,
when he pays me for āem
itās me ends up beholden to him.
3
I spent the first years of my life
sittinā on what we called splinter benches
ācause we were too poor for store-bought furniture.
You scooted, you got splinters.
My mama used to cry
ācause she wanted a bed with a real mattress
for Grandma Lynn to die on.
Turned out Grandma Lynn didnāt need it.
She died mid-sentence at the womenās circle.
But the first money I ever earned
I got Mama a store-bought mattress.
Daddy bought her two straight-back chairs
so she and him could sit proper at the table.
It was her birthday.
I never seen anybody since
made so happy by a gift.
sittinā on what we called splinter benches
ācause we were too poor for store-bought furniture.
You scooted, you got splinters.
My mama used to cry
ācause she wanted a bed with a real mattress
for Grandma Lynn to die on.
Turned out Grandma Lynn didnāt need it.
She died mid-sentence at the womenās circle.
But the first money I ever earned
I got Mama a store-bought mattress.
Daddy bought her two straight-back chairs
so she and him could sit proper at the table.
It was her birthday.
I never seen anybody since
made so happy by a gift.
When Daddy finally found regular work
first thing they did was ride down to McEnnissās
and choose a houseful of fancy stuffed furniture.
Bought it on time, had it delivered, and paid for years.
The day it came, Mama and I stood out back
bustinā the old stuff with an ax.
Mama said if they couldnāt pay for their bed
sheād rather sleep on the floor than have that one back.
We burnt furniture for kindling all that winter.
Mamaād say, āHere goes the table, Charlie!ā
and she and Daddyād laugh and raise their coffee cups
to toast their new prosperity.
dp n="22" folio="8" ?first thing they did was ride down to McEnnissās
and choose a houseful of fancy stuffed furniture.
Bought it on time, had it delivered, and paid for years.
The day it came, Mama and I stood out back
bustinā the old stuff with an ax.
Mama said if they couldnāt pay for their bed
sheād rather sleep on the floor than have that one back.
We burnt furniture for kindling all that winter.
Mamaād say, āHere goes the table, Charlie!ā
and she and Daddyād laugh and raise their coffee cups
to toast their new prosperity.
Turns out we burnt what could have been
my fortune in antiques. My wife collects āem.
She likes what she calls primitive;
itās the very stuff my mama didnāt like,
and now Iām supposed to fix it so it donāt ruin clothes
instead of bust it up.
I donāt mind, might as well be this as something else,
but if I do get to heaven, if I do get to meet my mama
again,
I donāt know how in this world or that one
Iām gonna explain why I still got splinters in my seat.
dp n="23" folio="9" ?my fortune in antiques. My wife collects āem.
She likes what she calls primitive;
itās the very stuff my mama didnāt like,
and now Iām supposed to fix it so it donāt ruin clothes
instead of bust it up.
I donāt mind, might as well be this as something else,
but if I do get to heaven, if I do get to meet my mama
again,
I donāt know how in this world or that one
Iām gonna explain why I still got splinters in my seat.
4
Now, George is sick,
there aināt no question,
anā Iāve mentioned
for a year or so
about goinā to a doctor
anā heād say
āNooo, no, no.ā
But Iām gonna make āim find one now.
Itās really bad.
I mean,
George has got so sick
he donāt even like
goinā to funerals anymore.
dp n="24" folio="10" ?there aināt no question,
anā Iāve mentioned
for a year or so
about goinā to a doctor
anā heād say
āNooo, no, no.ā
But Iām gonna make āim find one now.
Itās really bad.
I mean,
George has got so sick
he donāt even like
goinā to funerals anymore.
5
There was a story about my daddyās daddy
who bought a horse, a long-legged red mare
come from kin at Nashville who owed a favor,
and he worked and trained that horse to run.
who bought a horse, a long-legged red mare
come from kin at Nashville who owed a favor,
and he worked and trained that horse to run.
Daddy tells of bets going up at the sight of that mare
and then money already changing hands
as Grandaddy come out of the saddle after a race
and give the mare to him to cool her off.
And tells about the two of āem riding home,
a paper sack stuffed with winnings
when there wasnāt room for it all in their pockets.
and then money already changing hands
as Grandaddy come out of the saddle after a race
and give the mare to him to cool her off.
And tells about the two of āem riding home,
a paper sack stuffed with winnings
when there wasnāt room for it all in their pockets.
Daddy tells this story too:
the afternoon the red mare ran and won again
and Grandaddy climbed off her back and sold her
and they walked the six miles home to dinner
weeping, both of them, my daddy begging to know why.
the afternoon the red mare ran and won again
and Grandaddy climbed off her back and sold her
and they walked the six miles home to dinner
weeping, both of them, my daddy begging to know why.
The old man said horse-racing was the devilās work.
Said it had to be. Said theyād been having too much fun.
dp n="25" folio="11" ?Said it had to be. Said theyād been having too much fun.
6
It was a Saturday and my mother was cooking.
She always cooked on Saturday
for us and for her bachelor brother
who came by on Sunday afternoon
and got his casseroles for the week.
None of them used tuna fish, mushrooms, peas . . .
there was a list of things he wouldnāt eat.
We were not allowed to be so picky.
She always cooked on Saturday
for us and for her bachelor brother
who came by on Sunday afternoon
and got his casseroles for the week.
None of them used tuna fish, mushrooms, peas . . .
there was a list of things he wouldnāt eat.
We were not allowed to be so picky.
By Sunday theyād be frozen.
All he had to do was keep them frozen
and put them in the oven one at a time.
His were labeled, he knew what he was going to eat.
For herself, she looked into the frozen layers
and tried to remember.
I donāt know why she did it.
He was perfectly capable of doing
anything else he set his mind to.
He could have learned to cook.
All he had to do was keep them frozen
and put them in the oven one at a time.
His were labeled, he knew what he was going to eat.
For herself, she looked into the frozen layers
and tried to remember.
I donāt know why she did it.
He was perfectly capable of doing
anything else he set his mind to.
He could have learned to cook.
This Saturday
she was up to her elbows again in family and food.
I heard her in the kitchen. āNo,ā she said.
After a moment: āIām honored, but no thanks.ā
Another moment: āNo, thank you, no, no, no.ā
I asked who she was talking to. She said,
āIām practicing my speech for the circle,
they are planning to ask me to be president.ā
dp n="26" folio="12" ?she was up to her elbows again in family and food.
I heard her in the kitchen. āNo,ā she said.
After a moment: āIām honored, but no thanks.ā
Another moment: āNo, thank you, no, no, no.ā
I asked who she was talking to. She said,
āIām practicing my speech for the circle,
they are planning to ask me to be president.ā
I thoug...
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APA 6 Citation
Carson, J. (1993). Stories I Aināt Told Nobody Yet ([edition unavailable]). Theatre Communications Group. Retrieved from https://www.perlego.com/book/729692/stories-i-aint-told-nobody-yet-selections-from-the-people-pieces-pdf (Original work published 1993)
Chicago Citation
Carson, Jo. (1993) 1993. Stories I Aināt Told Nobody Yet. [Edition unavailable]. Theatre Communications Group. https://www.perlego.com/book/729692/stories-i-aint-told-nobody-yet-selections-from-the-people-pieces-pdf.
Harvard Citation
Carson, J. (1993) Stories I Aināt Told Nobody Yet. [edition unavailable]. Theatre Communications Group. Available at: https://www.perlego.com/book/729692/stories-i-aint-told-nobody-yet-selections-from-the-people-pieces-pdf (Accessed: 14 October 2022).
MLA 7 Citation
Carson, Jo. Stories I Aināt Told Nobody Yet. [edition unavailable]. Theatre Communications Group, 1993. Web. 14 Oct. 2022.