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Tuesday, July 23, 2013

The Real Housewives of the Feed and Seed


The alternate title of this post could be ‘Where Mayberry meets Deliverance.’  I have to take a break from worrying about publishing to tell you of a Saturday night Nick and I shared with friends a few weeks ago. Nick asked the couple we were going out with, where they wanted to go that evening and the answer came back,  “How ‘bout the Feed and Seed?”

After our initial shock we found this was a real place where they play mostly country and blue grass. Now the Feed and Seed used to be just that, an old feed and seed store. American Pickers might have decorated the place or it might that the pickers just haven’t found it yet – it doubles as a church on Sunday morning. No alcohol is served there, but I have to tell you the entertainment makes up for it and I don’t mean just the music.


I did like the music, however, one of their hits was about a man realizing that he can feed his family one more day. The song was “There’s a five Pound Possum in my Headlights Tonight.” I’m not making this stuff up. But I want to tell you about the people.

There is no way a casting department from the finest studios in Hollywood could have come up with this crowd. The average age of this group was probably seventy-seven or so. So get your mind set to that first. To describe some of the fellows; we had one guy in seersucker pants that made him look like the bottom of Matlock in court. One fellow had on a polyester shirt circa 1974 with deer all over it. One man had white zip up boots, several wore overalls, NRA tee shirts, and there were a few who wore checked shirts with camo caps.

Two brothers in particular stood out. I’d say one was sixty-five the other seventy.  Both looked as if they had come straight from the still and were cousins of Ernest T. Bass. The came in in their boots, took them off and put on their clogging shoes, complete with taps. And they could dance. I loved it, one with ears sticking out from under his camo cap like cab doors, the other with a ponytail and both dancing to beat the band. When the band played ‘Man of Constant Sorrow” from ‘Oh, Brother where art thou’ another old fellow joined those on the dance floor, clogging like the rest. We found out later he was ninety-two years old.

The ladies were also extremely interesting. One lady, around eighty, wore a sparkly blouse and short-shorts. She seemed to have her eye on Nick for a while and I made sure I stayed close. Another lady in particular caught my eye the minute she walked in. No doubt she was the prom queen in high school and never got over it, she was probably in her late seventies. She looked really nice, great hair, makeup – and had the best looking stud there on her arm (not counting Nick). This was a very nice looking older man, tall, wore jeans and a nice white button up shirt. He had a white mustache and goatee and his long white hair was pulled back in a ponytail. All this was topped by a white cowboy hat. This stud was probably a bit younger than her, close to seventy.

Nearly all these people knew each other and when the prom queen sat down she spoke to all the ladies around her and they spoke nicely to her before rolling their eyes at her behind her back. It really felt like high school all over.  They danced a bit, and then when they sat back down she took her clogging shoe and hit the stud in the shoulder.

“What was that for?” he protested.

“I saw you blow a kiss across the room, do it again and I’ll hit you in the head.” She told him.

During another dance she grabbed his face and turned it to her, then with two fingers, motioned from his eyes to hers indicating he was to look at no one but her. The closest we came to a real catfight was when a woman asked the prom queen to dance (lots of women were dancing together) she didn’t seem to want to, but the woman (granny A, we’ll call her) wasn’t taking no for an answer and pulled her to her feet. At that moment, another lady (granny B) swooped in and asked the stud to dance. This did not go well with the prom queen and she headed their way only to be physically restrained by granny A. As the dance ended, the prom queen shook her fist at granny B, supposedly in jest, but everyone watching could tell she would have like to have slapped granny B right across the face.

A short time later while dancing this interesting couple abruptly left the dance floor, changed shoes and headed out. I ask the lady in front of us (who was a wealth of information) if they were married. She told me no and I said, “I didn’t think so.” There abrupt departures lead to some speculation. Nick said that she was a cougar and had the money in their relationship and she suddenly wanted to get her money’s worth. I just assumed his Viagra had kicked in.

I can’t tell you when I’ve enjoyed an evening any more. I was grinning from ear to ear the whole time. I even had Nick up dancing before the night was over. It seemed a strange gathering of folks, but truly they have my admiration. To me they were old folks, (and I’m no spring chicken) but they were living! They weren’t home watching re-runs of the Golden girls, they weren’t playing bouncing balls on facebook, and they weren’t complaining about aches and pains. They were dancing, and singing, and flirting and interacting with their friends. I learned these hundred or so people that filled these benches and pilled out into extra chairs on the side walks were there most every Saturday night. I felt like I learned something at the Feed and Seed that night and I hope it’s a lesson I’ll take to heart.

38 comments:

  1. This is one of the most interesting and amusing stories I've heard in a long time, and I so wish we had been there with you. I never knew such places existed. Good for them!! I hope I am like that one day! Sitting at home? Never!!! I think we should all make hay while the sun shines! I am so glad you shared this with us. Do you have any more 'real life' happenings you could talk about. The deep south has always fascinated me!

    Hugs

    Ami

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    1. Oh Ami, The deep south is full of stories. Most would make you smile. I just don't know why everyone thinks I have an accent. Honest, I don't.

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  2. Reading this was a great way to start my day. You are right, they are living their lives, not sitting around waiting,,and having lots of fun. That is a great lesson.
    hugs abby

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    1. Abby,
      I really did admire that! And they all seemed to be in really good shape, I guess it's the dancing.

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  3. This was great PK, thanks for sharing this with us. Good for them I say! This almost sounded like the high school prom, complete with prom queen LoL. What a great lesson.

    HUgs,
    Roz

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    1. Roz,
      That watching the way they interacted was the most fun. It really was prom all over again.

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  4. Thanks for sharing your interesting evening with us, PK!!! :). You description of the night was wonderful and I felt like I was there too. Bummer on the lack of cocktails but maybe someone spiked the punch, from the sounds of it!

    I think it is wonderful to watch the elderly go about their lives in such a way. I sure hope I have all that energy when I get older. Very fun reading. Thanks PK. Oh and I've just started catching up around blogland. How wonderful about all the book stuff that you are working on!!! All the best and hugs sent your way, :)

    <3 Katie

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    1. Thanks Katie, I'm really excited about the book myself. I have a feeling that if we were there and they heard us calling them elderly, they'd beat us up!

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  5. PK,
    right, you are never too old to have fun.
    Love and warm hugs,
    Paul.

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    1. Paul,
      It's there for anyone willing to grab it.

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  6. I read your blog post during the night, but did not have the energy to respond. But I had a smile on my face.
    I especially liked your description of "prom Queen"
    No matter how old we are, so we retain our roles .. lol

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    1. Mona,
      Now that the truth. I see it in the people I went to school with.

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  7. Very nice to know since it is rushing to me quickly.Glad you had fun with the "old folks".

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    1. Sunny,
      It's going to take you a while to catch up with these folks!

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  8. Sounds like a wonderful fun evening. Wished I'd been there. Thanks for sharing.

    Love,
    Ronnie
    xx

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    1. Ronnie,
      I wish we could all have been there.

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  9. How cool and what great writing material LOL.

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    1. Angel,
      I kept wishing I had pen and paper so I could take notes.

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  10. Hey PK...sure wish we had a Feed and Seed around here...sounds like a lot of fun! Looking forward to reading more stories about the characters after you and Nick have gone back. ;)

    Blessings,
    Cat

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    1. Cat,
      I sure wish the place was closer. I think we'd go more.

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  11. That was great! I read it the first time when i couldn't sleep and had all I could do not to wake up hubby with my laughter.

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    1. Chickadee,
      Now be carefully, I don't want to cause anyone to be spanked - well except me of course.

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  12. I would have been right there with them, age is a state of mind. I love doing new things. Getting off of our butts and dancing...Funny Nick's comment about the Viagra kicking IN!!!

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    1. Minelle,
      I wish I could have gotten Nick to dance more, but he need a few beers to get to that point.

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  13. How fun!!! I love to people watch. Glad you had such a great time!!!!!

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    1. Sarah,
      It was a perfect place for that.

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  14. That sounds like so much fun! I'm glad you and Nick had a great time out with friends. I can't believe that gal hit her date on the shoulder with a dance clog! I doubt anyone there would have been surprised if he had upended her and used her own clog as a paddle! Now THAT would have been funny! ;-)

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    1. Irishey,
      Now THAT would have been a blog post!

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  15. I think I know a place like this. They are fun to watch. LOL. I'm glad you had a good time. Thanks for sharing this. I enjoyed the chuckle.

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    1. TL,
      If you have a place like this close you have to go watch some time. Soo much fun.

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  16. sounds like quite the time!
    :-) You told the story so well I was ready to go get my clogging shoes and join in the fun...wait, I don't have clogging shoes, but I'm sure I could find something that would work... :-) Hugs

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    1. Terps,
      I could just picture you up there dancing with the rest.

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  17. I would have absolutely loved it!!
    I love really old country music and blue grass.....can't stomach the new country bit the old stuff Kitty Wells, The Carter Family, etc..... makes my heart swell
    I am very envious, PK ;)

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    1. Oh boy, this was the place for you! Should you ever come my way I'll tell you exactly where it is.

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  18. I love that what fun!!! Lol mayb they left for a spanking abruptly lol...I would have love to been there

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    1. Daisy,
      Wouldn't that have been wonderful? She looked like she could have used a spanking or two.

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  19. Totally awesome!
    Thanks for the giggles.

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    1. I'm still grinning about it myself.

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