As I crossed the Maitland-Eatonville township line I could see a group on the store porch. I was delighted. The town had not changed. Same love of talk and song. So I drove on down there before I stopped. Yes, there was George Thomas, Calvin Daniels, Jack and Charlie Jones, Gene Brazzle, B. Moseley and "Seaboard." Deep in a game of Florida-flip. AH of those who were not actually playing were giving advice-"bet straightening" they call it.
"Hello, boys," I hailed them as I went into neutral.
They looked up from the game and for a moment it looked as if they had forgotten me. Then B. Moseley said, "Well, if it ain't Zora Hurston!" Then everybody crowded around the car to help greet me.
"You gointer stay awhile, Zora?"
"Yep. Several months."
"Where you gointer stay, Zora?"
"With Mett and Ellis, I reckon."
"Mett" was Mrs. Armetta Jones, an intimate friend of mine since childhood and Ellis was her husband. Their house stands under the huge camphor tree on the front street.
"Hello, heart-string," Mayor Hiram Lester yelled as he hurried up the street. "We heard A about you up North. You back home for good, I hope."
"Nope, Ah come to collect some old stories and tales and Ah know y'all know a plenty of 'em and that's why Ah headed straight for home."
"What you mean, Zora, them big old lies we tell when we're jus' sittin' around here on the store porch doin' nothin'?" asked B. Moseley.
"Yeah, those same ones about Ole Massa, and colored folks in heaven, and oh, y'all know the kind I mean."
"Aw shucks," exclaimed George Thomas doubtfully. "Zora, don't you come here and tell de biggest lie first thing.
"Who you reckon want to read all them old-time tales about Brer Rabbit and Brer Bear?"
"Plenty of people, George. They are a lot more valuable than you might think. We want to set them down before it's too late."
"Too late for what?"
"Before everybody forgets all of 'em."
"No danger of that. That's all some people is good for settin' 'round and lie and murder groceries."
"Ah know one right now," Calvin Daniels announced cheerfully. "It's a tale 'bout John and de frog."
"Wait till she get out her car, Calvin. Let her get settled at 'Met's' and cook a pan of ginger bread then we'll all go down and tell lies and eat ginger bread. Dat's de way to do. She's tired now from all dat drivin'."
"All,right, boys," I agreed. "But Ah'"I'll be rested by night. Be lookin' for everybody."
So I unloaded the car and crowded it into Ellis' garage and got settled. Armetta made me lie down and rest while she cooked a big pan of ginger bread for the company we expected.
Calvin Daniels and James Moseley were the first to show
"Calvin, Ah sure am glad that you got here. Ah'm crazy to hear about John and dat frog," I said.
"That's why Ah come so early so Ah could tell it to you and go. Ah got to go over to Wood Bridge a little later on."
"Ah'm glad you remembered me first, Calvin."
"Ah always like to be good as my word, and Ah just heard about a toe?party over to Wood Bridge tonight and Ah decided to make it."
"A toe-party! What on earth is that?"
"Come go with me and James and you'll see!"
"But, everybody will be here lookin' for me. They'll think Ah'm crazy tellin' them to come and then gettin' out and goin' to Wood Bridge myself. But Ah certainly would like to go to that toe-party."
"Aw, come on. They kin come back another night. You gointer like this party."
"Well, you tell me the story first, and by that time,Ah'll know what to do."
"Ah, come on, Zora," James urged. "Git de car out. Calvin kin tell you dat one while we're on de way. Come on, let's go to de toe-party."
"No, let 'im tell me this one first, then, if Ah go he can tell me some more on de way over."
James motioned to his friend. "Hurry up and tell it, Calvin so we kin go before somebody else come." "Aw, most of 'em ain't comin' nohow. They all 'bout to Wood Bridge, too. Lemme tell you 'bout John and frog:
Long before Calvin had ended his story James had lost his air of impatience.
"Now, Ah'Il tell one," he said. "That is, if you so desire."
"Sure, Ah want to hear you tell 'em till daybreak if you will," I said eagerly.
"But where's the ginger bread?" James stopped to ask.
"It's out in the kitchen," I said. "Ah'm waiting for de others to come."
"Aw, naw, give us ours now. Them others may not get here before forty o'clock and Ah'Il be done et mine and be in Wood Bridge. Anyhow Ah want a corner piece and some of them others will beat me to it."
So I served them with ginger bread and buttermilk.
"You sure going to Wood Bridge with us after Ah git thru tellin' this one?" James asked.
"Yeah, if the others don't show up by then," I conceded.
So James told the story about the man who went to Heaven from Johnstown.
There was a lot of horn-honking outside and I went to the door. The crowd drew up under the mothering camphor tree in four old cars. Everybody in boisterous spirits.
"Come on, Zora! Le's go to Wood Bridge. Great toe?party goin' on. All kinds of 'freshments. We kin tell you some lies most any ole time. We never run outer lies and lovin'. Tell'em tomorrow night. Come on if you comin'-- le's go if you gwine.
So I loaded up my car with neighbors and we all went to Wood Bridge. It is a Negro community joining Maitland on the north as Eatonville does on the west, but no enterprising souls have ever organized it. They have no schoolhouse, no post office, no mayor. It is lacking in Eatonville's feeling of unity. In fact, a white woman lives there.
While we rolled along Florida No. 3, 1 asked Armetta where was the shindig going to be in Wood Bridge. "At Edna Pitts' house," she told me. "But she ain't givin' it by herself; it's for the lodge."
"Think it's gointer be lively?"
"Oh, yeah. Ah heard that a lot of folks from Altamonte and Longwood is comin'. Maybe from Winter Park too."
We were the tail end of the line and as we turned off the highway we could hear the boys in the first car doing what Ellis Jones called bookooing before they even hit the ground. Charlie Jones was woofing louder than anybody else. "Don't y'all sell off all dern pretty li'l pink toes befo' Ah git dere."
Peter Stagg: "Save me de best one!"
Soddy Sewell: "Hey, you mullet heads! Get out de way there and let a real man smoke them toes over."
Gene Brazzle: "Come to my pick, gimme a vaseline brown! "
Big Willie Sewell: "Gimme any kind so long as you gimme more'n one."
Babe Brown, riding a running-board, guitar in hand, said, "Ah want a toe, but if it ain't got a good looking face on to it, don't bring de mess up."
When we got there the party was young. The house was swept and garnished, the refreshments on display, several people sitting around; but the spot needed some social juices to mix the ingredients. In other words, they had the carcass of a party lying around up until the minute Eatonville burst in on it. Then it woke up.
"Y'all done sold off any toes yet?" George Brown wanted to know.
Willie Mae Clarke gave him a certain look and asked him, "What's dat got to do with you, George Brown?" And he shut up. Everybody knows that Willie Mae's got the business with George Brown.
"Nope. We ain't had enough crowd, but I reckon we kin start now," Edna said. Edna and a sort of committee went inside and hung up a sheet across one end of the room. Then she came outside and called all of the young women inside. She had to coax and drag some of the girls.
"Oh, Ah'm shame-face-ted!" some of them said.
"Nobody don't want to buy mah ole rusty toe." Others fished around for denials from the male side.
I went on in with the rest and was herded behind the curtain.
"Say, what is this toe-party business?" I asked one of the girls.
"Good gracious, Zora! Ain't you never been to a toe-party before? "
"Nope. They don't have 'em up North where Ah been and Ah just got back today."
"Well, they hides all de girls behind a curtain and you stick out yo' toe. Some places you take off yo' shoes and some places you keep 'em on, but most all de time you keep 'em on. When all de toes is in a line, sticking out from behind de sheet they let de men folks in and they looks over all de toes and buys de ones they want for a dime. Then they got to treat de lady dat owns dat toe to everything she want. Sometime they play it so's you keep de same partner for de whole thing and sometime they fix it so they put de girls back every hour or so and sell de toes agin.
Well, my toe went on the line with the rest and it was sold five times during the party. Everytime a toe was sold there was a great flurry before the curtain. Each man eager to see what he had got, and whether the other men would envy him or ridicule him. One or two fellows ungallantly ran out of the door rather than treat the girls whose toe they had bought sight unseen.
Babe Brown got off on his guitar and the dancing was hilarious. There was plenty of chicken perleau and baked chicken and fried chicken and rabbit. Pig feet and chitterlings' and hot peanuts and drinkables. Everybody was treating wildly.
"Come on, Zora, and have a treat on me!" Charlie Jones insisted. "You done et chicken-ham and chicken-bosom wid every shag-leg in Orange County but me. Come on and spend some of my money."
"Thanks, Charlie, but Ah got five helpin's of chicken inside already. Ah either got to get another stomach or quit catin'."
"Quit eatin' then and go to thinking. Quit thinkin' and start to drinkin'. What you want?"
"Coca-Cola right off de ice, Charlie, and put some salt in it. Ah got a slight headache."
"Aw naw, my money don't buy no sweet slop. Choose some coon dick."
"What is coon dick?"
"Aw, Zora, jus' somethin' to make de drunk come. Made out uh grape fruit juice, corn meal mash, beef bones and a few mo' things. Come on le's git some together. It might make our love come down."
As soon as we started over into the next yard where coon dick was to be had, Charlie yelled to the barkeep, "Hey, Seymore! fix up another quart of dat low mine--here come de boom!"
It was handed to us in a quart fruit jar and we went outside to try it.
The raw likker known locally as coon dick was too much.
The minute it touched my lips, the top of my head flew off. I spat it out and "choosed" some peanuts. Big Willie Sewell said, "Come on, heart-string, and have some gospel-bird on me. My money spends too." His Honor, Hiram Lester, the Mayor, heard him and said, "There's no mo' chicken left,Willie. Why don't you offer her something she can get?"
"Well there was some chicken there when Ah passed the table a little while ago."
"Oh, so you offerin' her some chicken was. She can't eat that. What she want is some chicken is."
"Aw shut up, Hiram. Come on, Zora, le's go inside make out we dancin'." We went on inside but it wasn't a party any more. Just some people herded together. The high spirits were simmering down and nobody had a dime left to cry so the toe-business suffered a slump. The heaped-up tables of refreshments had become shambles of chicken bones and empty platters anyway so that there was no longer any point in getting your toe sold, so when Columbus Montgomery said, "Le's go to Eatonville," Soddy Sewell jumped up and grabbed his hat and said, "I heard you, buddy."
Eatonville began to move back home right then. Nearly everybody was packed in one of the five cars when the delcgation from Altamonte arrived. Johnny Barton and Georgia Burke. Everybody piled out again.
"Got yo' guitar wid you, Johnnie?"
"Man, you know Ah don't go nowhere unless Ah take my box wid me," said Johnnie in his starched blue shirt, collar pin with heart bangles hanging on each end and his cream pants with the black stripe. "And what make it so cool, Ah don't go nowhere unless I play it."
"And when you git to strowin' yo' mess and Georgy gits to singin' her alto, man it's hot as seven hells. Man, play dat 'Palm Beach'."
Babe Brown took the guitar and Johnnie Barton grabbed the piano stool. He sung. Georgia Burke and George Thomas singing about Polk County where the water taste like wine.
My heart struck sorrow ,tears come running down.
At about the thirty-seventh verse, something about:
Ah'd ruther be in Tampa with the Whip-poor-will,
Ruther be in Tampa with the Whip-poor-will
Than to be 'round here--
Honey with a hundred dollar bill,
I staggered sleepily forth to the little Chevrolet for Eatonville. The car was overflowing with passengers but I was so dull from lack of sleep thatI didn't know who they were. All I knew is they belonged in Eatonville.
Somebody was woofing in my car about love and I asked him about his buddy.I don't know why now. He said, "Ah ain't got no buddy. They kilt my buddy so they could raise me.Jus' so Ah be yo' man Ah don't want no damn buddy. Ah hope they kill every man dat ever cried, 'titty-mamma' but me. Lemme be yo' kid."
Some voice from somewhere else in the car commented, "You sho' Lawd is gointer have a lot of hindrance."
Then somehow I got home and to bed and Armetta had Georgia syrup and waffles for breakfast.