Days
of Uncle Ernest -
Chesapeake City and the World – José, Chapter 4
Tilting his glass and giving me a sly wink, Uncle
Ernest continued his tale. “At about noontime Maggie walked me to the banquet
hall, where I kissed her and sent her off to milk the goat and whip up some
nice cheese for breakfast that week. When I walked in I saw a long table,
chockfull of food and pitchers of wine, located in the middle of the room.
‘Holy smoke,’ I thought, ‘I’m hungry enough to try cannibalism; thank goodness
for all of that food.’
“But, you know, naturally I forgot most of what he
said in his talk before dinner. I’m kind of a slow learner anyway, remember
Moose? I do recall his telling us not to retaliate when people insult us and
tell lies about us. People like that I’d like to duke-out, though; you know?”
“You better believe it, Unk,” I yelled, throwing a
few punches in the air.
“Finally,” Uncle Ernest continued, “after all the
club members arrived, we sat down at the table in a long line, with José in the
middle. And just as I took a swig of wine and reached over to grab a nice
drumstick, José rose and said, ‘Hold it, folks; I want everybody to pull his
chair away from the table for a few minutes.’ And then—and, Moose, this really
blew my mind—he went into the kitchen and brought out a huge basin of warm
water. With a bunch of towels slung over his shoulder, he knelt down and began
washing our feet.”
“Holy crap, Unk! I’ve heard of people having
hang-ups about feet.”
“No, no! José said that someday we would understand
why he was doing it. Now, when he got to me (whose feet he washed last for some
reason), I stuck my dogs into that, by now, dirty basin and told him, ‘Geez
José, my feet’ll be dirtier than when I put them in. And, man, that water’s too cold.’ You know, Moose, saying that to most
people would have teed them off, but José didn’t say a word; he just went and
got some clean, warm water.
“Then, after he washed out my big ugly toe jams, he
started drying my feet with the last towel. My feet did feel pretty good, but just for fun I looked down at him and
said, in mock irritation, ‘Hey, José, you know, how come you’re not drying my
feet with that long, wussy hair of yours.’ By golly, Moose, anybody else
would’ve tossed that stinky water in my face, but he really had the patience of
Job, for he just looked up at me, with those sad, hang-dog eyes, shook his
head, and said quietly, ‘You’re a real handful Ernie, a real handful.’
“José then had all of us raise our glasses for a
toast. He said that we were to join in with him as he gave the toast in the
form of a song. Believe it or not, he started crooning, and after a while, when
we got the hang of it, we all sang with him at the top of our lungs. And do you
know, I still remember it.” With this, Nina, that goofy Uncle Ernest began
singing the following: "Praise grapes from which all liquors flow/ Praise them to age in vats below. /Praise them then raise a hearty toast. /Praise wine it's what we love the most."
“And geez, it’s so peculiar, Moose, because every
time I sip a glass of fine, red wine and dip that delicious French bread into
my gravy, I think of José and all of the good times we had together in
Daveston. During the meal some strange things happened, though. I noticed also
that José must have had indigestion because he didn’t make a pig of himself the
way we did.
“Then, as I chewed on a nice piece of sugar-cured
ham, José said that one of us thirteen would betray him by turning him over to
the Reeman soldiers. Hearing that made me feel so guilty that I almost couldn’t
eat another slice. All the club members called out that they would never rat on him.
“Pete was especially emphatic, but José told him
that he would turn his back on José three times before we had eaten two thirds
of the fat capon on the table. Then José broke off a hunk of bread and handed
it to Jud, who swallowed it as fast as a hungry dog under the dinner table.
“At this point Jud really burned me up when he
grabbed the last bottle of wine and downed it. And the last straw was when he
gobbled down the last pork chop. Moose, I really wanted that hooch and chop, so
I grabbed him by the throat and busted him up alongside of the head. José
parted us and banished Jud from the hall, agreeing with me that he was the one
rotten apple in the barrel.” [To
be continued Tuesday, 10/23/2012]
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