LA California
Starting on the bus
Just shy of 2,600 miles to go
Florida or bust!
All alone and slightly scared
I got into my seat
There was excitement in the air
Anticipation sweet
At 19 and still a babe
I was sure grass green
No carry-on to worry about
$20 in my jeans
I was a waif of a girl
Pixie-like and fey
The men-folk all were looking
As I got on the bus that day
Naive, I didn't notice
But the black woman, she did
Though she had 5 babes with her
Next to me she slid
That lady sure had carry-on!
Ice Coolers and bags
Her kids were toting it all on
Dressed in their best rags
They had the jitters in their legs
As in their seats they jumped
She was smiling, jovial,
Substantial and plump.
"How you doin', Missy!
Where you going to?"
"Clearwater, Florida" I said to her
"Hey, ma'am, how 'bout you?"
"A town in Mississippi
You wouldn't know the name,
But it's where I've lived my life
It's home just the same.
"What's your name then, Missy?
Lands! You're goin' far!"
"Ma'am, my name is Cathy,
Yep. This trip's gonna be hard!"
She said her name was Elsie
Her smile was sweet and good
She reached into her cooler
And broke out some food!
And what food! Hot Fried Chicken!
Fresh made that same day!
Collard greens and hush puppies
That gal fed me the whole way!
Corn on the cob and ice cold pop
Sweet potato pie
Best food I've ever eaten
I tell you no lie!
We did a lot of talkin'
Durin' that long ride.
I found out she loved Jesus
When she talked of Him she cried.
I didn't understand it
It was something that I missed,
Headed for Scientology
Raised an atheist.
It left a great impression
Though didn't know it then.
I accepted Him much later
And I remembered when.
She told me His value,
She told me His cost.
She got off in a town
You could throw a rock across.
I helped her with her baggage
Scared to be alone...
There was a ******* standing there
Eyes hard and cold as stones
I was so offended
"What you lookin' at?
He rolled his chaw within his mouth
Disdainfully he spat.
"At choo, ****** lover...
You is quaaht a sight
Movin' that ol' niggah's bags
Even tho you white."
"God bless you for sneezing".
I said acidly
"This lady needed her some help.
This country is still free".
"Don' mind him", Elsie whispered
And she was plainly scared
Not for herself. But for myself!
And for the feelings that I aired.
"Get back on the bus now!"
She gave the man a look
By then some of her men-folk
Had come over to help.
I got back on that Greyhound,
Just as I was bid,
Didn't know I was in danger
But that black lady did.
The rest of that trip was painful
When I reached New Orleans
My ankles were so swollen
They almost tore my jeans.
But I arrived in Clearwater
Tired yet unscathed.
I'll never forget Elsie
Who helped me on the way.
**When I accepted Jesus
I will tell you frank
I remembered Elsie's witness
I have her to thank.**
SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/3/2016
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC
LA California
Starting on the bus
Just shy of 2,600 miles to go
Florida or bust!
All alone and slightly scared
I got into my seat
There was excitement in the air
Anticipation sweet
At 19 and still a babe
I was sure grass green
No carry-on to worry about
$20 in my jeans
I was a waif of a girl
Pixie-like and fey
The men-folk all were looking
As I got on the bus that day
Naive, I didn't notice
But the black woman, she did
Though she had 5 babes with her
Next to me she slid
That lady sure had carry-on!
Ice Coolers and bags
Her kids were toting it all on
Dressed in their best rags
They had the jitters in their legs
As in their seats they jumped
She was smiling, jovial,
Substantial and plump.
"How you doin', Missy!
Where you going to?"
"Clearwater, Florida" I said to her
"Hey, ma'am, how 'bout you?"
"A town in Mississippi
You wouldn't know the name,
But it's where I've lived my life
It's home just the same.
"What's your name then, Missy?
Lands! You're goin' far!"
"Ma'am, my name is Cathy,
Yep. This trip's gonna be hard!"
She said her name was Elsie
Her smile was sweet and good
She reached into her cooler
And broke out some food!
And what food! Hot Fried Chicken!
Fresh made that same day!
Collard greens and hush puppies
That gal fed me the whole way!
Corn on the cob and ice cold pop
Sweet potato pie
Best food I've ever eaten
I tell you no lie!
We did a lot of talkin'
Durin' that long ride.
I found out she loved Jesus
When she talked of Him she cried.
I didn't understand it
It was something that I missed,
Headed for Scientology
Raised an atheist.
It left a great impression
Though didn't know it then.
I accepted Him much later
And I remembered when.
She told me His value,
She told me His cost.
She got off in a town
You could throw a rock across.
I helped her with her baggage
Scared to be alone...
There was a ******* standing there
Eyes hard and cold as stones
I was so offended
"What you lookin' at?
He rolled his chaw within his mouth
Disdainfully he spat.
"At choo, ****** lover...
You is quaaht a sight
Movin' that ol' niggah's bags
Even tho you white."
"God bless you for sneezing".
I said acidly
"This lady needed her some help.
This country is still free".
"Don' mind him", Elsie whispered
And she was plainly scared
Not for herself. But for myself!
And for the feelings that I aired.
"Get back on the bus now!"
She gave the man a look
By then some of her men-folk
Had come over to help.
I got back on that Greyhound,
Just as I was bid,
Didn't know I was in danger
But that black lady did.
The rest of that trip was painful
When I reached New Orleans
My ankles were so swollen
They almost tore my jeans.
But I arrived in Clearwater
Tired yet unscathed.
I'll never forget Elsie
Who helped me on the way.
**When I accepted Jesus
I will tell you frank
I remembered Elsie's witness
I have her to thank.**
SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/3/2016
I will not apologize for using such strong language in this writing. I want you to feel the full effect of the hatred in that man. He was the most hateful person I believe I've ever seen. I'll bet that town even had segregated bathrooms and water fountains. Terrible conditions for that Godly lady. I can't imagine what kind of life she must have endured.
I will never forget that beautiful, brave, strong woman. Dress old and worn, but clean and pressed. She could be the poster child for Christian goodness and charity...
I will never forget her.
I was on my way to what is known in Scientology as the Flag Land base. I had joined the Sea Organization in their group. A military style sement of that "religion". I was able to break free of that and become a Christian. I am forever indebted to God for that fact. He literally saved my life!
