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Topic: Laughter (10/18/04)
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TITLE: The Oyster Casserole that Caused Fits of Giggles By Tammie Smith 10/19/04 |
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“Give me that casserole. It is mine,” another voice replied.
“Now girls, your acting like you are younger than your children, ” my grandmother stated in her southern drawl from the kitchen.
With fits of giggles, my mother replies “Harriet, that is my oyster casserole.”
As the laughter continues from my mother and aunt, the rest of the family sits around the kitchen while my grandmother puts the finishing touches on lunch.
Shaking my head, I say to my cousins “You would think they were the children, and we were the adults.”
“My mother and aunt walk walk back into the kitchen carrying the casserole and laughing.”
Laughter was a common occurrence during the holidays of my childhood. My mother and aunt would constantly battle over the first serving of oyster casserole. You would think that my grandmother only made a small dish, but in reality it was enough for our family and the neighbors. This didn't detour the tradition. The oyster casserole could be found hidden amongst the towels in the linen closet or by the piano in the parlor.
Now that she is in Heaven, I am sure that my mom is still laughing about our family holidays. I can imagine that one day, she will continue her tradition of battling over the oyster casserole with my aunt. I am sure she has already searched out the best hiding places.