If Cotton Was King, Then Strawberry Was Queen Short Story

There she shares with them stories about her past and her present as well as they help with her chore of removing the eyes from a hogs head. From the way she talked about her preparation and canning of the “souse meat” as she called it, to her way of speaking in general, anyone who’s grown up in the more rural areas of West Virginia would almost feel like their reading a transcript of their own grandma’s words.

"Boys, I've brought you some sandwiches." Mrs. Hudson comes into the sitting room as cheerful as ever, carrying a tray of watercress.

Dinner better be ready before Mr.Wilson gets home."Catherine was just so frustrated so she decided to sit down and watch the news. Catherine groaned, "Goodness gracious another Civil Rights protest. Why can't those people just accept what they have and that life isn't always fair? I could care less, things are swell the way that they are." When the news program ended her daughter's favorite program Walt Disney's Wonderful World of Color came on and Catherine realized she hadn't seen little Molly all day. She then went upstairs to see what Molly had been doing this whole time. Catherine was standing in the hallway and peeked into the room and was surprised to see that Addy was feeding her soup. Catherine didn't even know Molly hadn't been feeling well today. It was then that she heard little Molly say, " I am sorry that mama yelled you today Addy. Thank you for always taking such good care of me. Can you sing me my song now?"Catherine was brought back to a moment in her childhood when she was sick and her housekeeper Etta spent the whole day taking care of her. She remembered how kind and caring Etta was towards her. Catherine recalled the many times her mother would come into the house and yell at Etta and just be very insulting to

“The said Eliza, John and Georgiana were now clustered round their momma in the drawing-room... Me she had dispensed from joining the group.”

“I know a place where the strawberries are as big as my thumb.” I gave her a gentle squeeze. “I’ll take you there when they are ripe, if you shut your eyes,

Simple bushes bloomed berries of all sorts, every tree blossomed branches full of fruit, and even the beauteous flowering stalks grew great harvests at their roots.

“Go to your room. You ain’t going to that county fair tonight. Ya hear me?” Mama yelled.

“Heaven’s to Betsy Olivia! Where did you leave your shoes?” Aunt Vonnie chimes as she notices my entrance. With an incoherent mumble, her eyes playfully scorn me as she uncovers the tin-foiled

Strawberry bushes go on for miles, green and red brightening the gloomy sky. Rolling hills of trees and fog surround the strawberry patch as birds come and go. The air has a crisp bite to it. The fresh scent of the air soothes the singing birds. “Strawberry fields Forever” by The Beatles plays softly somewhere in the distance pausing the calming silence. The song ends just before the birds start chirping again. A chilly breeze goes over the strawberry patch cooling everything in its path.The breeze carries the sweet aroma of fresh strawberries from place to place. The strawberry patch has a fresh dreaminess to it from the sweet strawberries that cover the earth. It will always stay the same with the fresh, sweet scent of Strawberries.

They smiled, “I’m Katy, my plot of vegetables are over there, help yourself to them!

“That would be wonderful!” the woman exclaimed. Marquis squatted down and started picking as many weeds as he could. Hoping he would be able to pick enough for the two of them before the overseer came through their row again.

 “Miss, I’ve brought your hot milk” the maid said, knocking on the door and then coming in.

“Hey Mom, why couldn’t we get the extra fruit today? I really wanted some strawberries.”

In his broken Spanish, Ito introduced me to a little boy, his older brother, and his dad. His older brother looked a little younger than me. I toke off my hat and shook there hands. I was really nervous. Then when they started talking to me in Spanish i wasn't as nervous as i was earlier. After the contratista left, we marched in line to the end of the field, selected a row, and started to work. I ended up between Panchito and his father. Because it was my first time ever picking harvesting strawberries. Ito asked Poncho to show me how to pick. Its easy he told me. The main thing is to make sure the strawberry is ripe and not bruised or rotten he said to me. And he also said that if i get tired of squatting that i can work on my knees. Poncho invited me to eat

. . there’s always good old PB&J,” I offered. “Peanut butter and jelly isn’t a special meal,” Delaney scoffed. “It’s the best we’ve got for now. At least we have the bread,” I smiled, pointing to my large pile of loaves. “Okay. New plan,” she announced. “Go beg the cafeteria ladies for all the peanut butter they’ve got. I’ll rummage through the walk-in refrigerator and hunt for grape jelly. Meet me in the kitchen in five minutes. Got it? Run!” “Yep!” I replied, bolting out the door. Unfortunately, there was just one little detail we didn’t think about- peanut allergies. Our school was not allowed to serve peanut butter. When the cafeteria lady reminded me, I fizzled like a day-old balloon. What now? I wondered sadly, as I ran to tell Delaney the bad