***The Roots Is The
Toots- The Music That Got Them Through The Great Depression And World War II…
For
Prentice John Markin and Delores Maude Markin (nee Riley) who lived through it
all, survived it all, and never drew a blessed break…
…Yes,
still he disturbed her sleep that week, made her a little cuckoo at work and
around the house if you asked anyone within fifty feet of her. Was made more
cuckoo when she talked to that non-
observant Irish Catholic tyrant father about his opinion (theoretically, of
course) of southerners, American southerners, Protestants, Anglo-Saxon
Protestants, the British kind, and Marines (she did not add the “love them and
leave them” kind). His response was horrific. Yes, he had opinions of all three
categories, none good, and not just none good. He sensed what she was getting
at (her mother had vaguely posed the question to him earlier in the week) and
said in no uncertain terms that he would not, his word, abide, an ignorant,
uneducated (this before she even knew her Marine’s lack of formal education),
whiskey-drinking (despite his rages her father
was a tee-totaller having survived a drunken besotted father), redneck
southern Protestant (or northern Protestant for that matter) ne’er –do-well
Marine, or any other military man from that part of the country in his house.
End of conversation, forever.
Still
she thought of him, wondered whether he would be at the dance that week. Maybe
he had shipped out, maybe he was off with some pretty young thing (although
those fierce brown eyes when he spoke to her should have told her otherwise).
In any case she was going to make her case, despite her father (or who knows
maybe because of the old tyrant) and despite her qualms about his intentions.
So come that Friday she prepared herself, put on her best party dress (which
had first served as her graduation dress but with the war efforts eating up
textiles at a prodigious rate serious dresses were not be had), make herself up
special with a little rouge and some ruby red lipstick and, and, put on nylons,
nylons, even more than special dresses not to be had then. Her best come hither
soldier boy look.
And
you know that he was there, the Sheik was there that night all in dress blues,
as she walked in while Jimmy Mack and the Pack back again warmed up on Til The End Of Time. She did not know where it would all lead but when he asked her
after they had danced a couple of numbers if maybe they could go down to
Hullsville Beach and talk instead of staying for the dance she said yes…
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