By John R Williams-THE Author
I sat still in my grandmama’s lap as we rocked in her leather rocking chair.
Grandfather made a commitment to get the guest room built fo’ wintertime hit. He said that everyone needed to hide from the world from time to time. I watched from afar as the orange sun beat against his brown back.
We rocked and rocked for what seemed like hours. I loved that chair and the way my grandmama’s perfume smelled when she hugged me. She always read books in her chair. She adored literature, almost as much as her cast iron skillet, which had been passed down from generation to generation.
I loved my time with her. We would sit there, me with a mouthful of tea cakes and her with some hot sweet tea. We listened to the radio and stared at it in awe like it was da TV box. Even as a child I loved those sounds and the words she read to me from her thick leather bound books.
She said that music and literature were like beautiful twins. One can’t exit without the other, it’s like they depend on each other. They were like beautiful twins. Each dependent on one another…aiding…assisting and lending each other a hand.
Kinda like my granddaddy depend on my grandmama. She keep him fed, kept the house in order, keep him smiling and take care of him if ever he got sick.
And he would do the same … He’d plow them fields for hours. Tilling that land for the next years crop. Sowing dem seeds. And no matter what he always picked her fresh flowers and danced with her when the day turned to night. They were like beautiful twins. Each dependent on one another…aiding…assisting and lending each other a hand.
I didn’t know much about writing back then but I could recognize a smile. I knew what that meant. My grandmama always smiled when she read.….Later I studied about the authors of those books and the musicians on them records. I was amazed at how she buried her nose in them books. I learned about what they had accomplished.
As far as the music goes….Say what you wanna say, even though I was a child I knew how to dance. I learned how to shake my tail feather at an early age. My granddaddy was the greatest fan of all-time….He would snap his big ol’ fingers, tilt his head and holla out….Sang that song Smokey!! Nobody does it like the Miracles!!! You tell em’ Stevie!!! All while my grandmamma was tryna read her books.. It was like I was watching two beautiful twins. Each dependent on one another…aiding…assisting and lending each other a hand.
And my grandmama hollared just the same…only not as loud…sometimes I think she did it to spite my granddaddy. She would declare…
Phllis Wheatley is amazing. Gwendolyn Brooks was really on to something…W.E.B was a genius, Maya Angelou is the greatest!
There I sat, listening to great music and hearing great literature. They were like beautiful twins. Each dependent on one another…aiding…assisting and lending each other a hand.
Even as a man I still remember.
Now I have my own chair, my own records and my own swagger…a vibe. A vibe that is all my own. Whenever I get in touch with my creative soul, I find them. Music and Literature they are like beautiful twins. Each dependent on one another…aiding…assisting and lending each other a hand.
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