Encore member, Tim Hoyt, provided this sample from his daily blog. Tim is a regular at the Encore Writers Group meetings, one of our growing number of Special Interest Groups.
For the uninitiated, Pa was lazy as all git-out, Ma was a tough ol’ bird, their 15 kids were oddly well adjusted, and they were poor as church mice – until Pa won a tobacco-naming contest.
A Ma and Pa Kettle movie was a treat that far exceeded tearing into a giant bowl of ice cream, or roller skating klick-klack down the sidewalk, or finding a new brand new snow-white baseball in the bushes. Saturdays usually meant a cowboy movie and a superman serial, except when Ma an’ Pa came to town.
Pa was slow and deliberate. It took him a long time to speak his mind and defend his ways. I can hear him now. “Now, Ma,” he would say. Ma was loud and sharp tongued, always railing about Pa’s laziness. But she didn’t mean it. Even as a self-centered young squirt, I could sense their deep affection for each other and for their kids.
Summers temps in Oklahoma regularly topped 100 degrees. “Picture shows” were the only air-conditioned places in town. Popcorn was a nickel. So was a coke. But I seldom had more than 15 cents, and the picture show cost a dime, so I had to choose one or the other. I don’t remember it mattering, ‘cause I was cooled-down, sittin’ with my pals, and about to see a movie!