Meeting the In-Laws

Sara made a trip with Dave, her fiance, to visit with her “soon-to-be” in-laws before their upcoming marriage.  They all sat down for a good ole country dinner together.  Along with Dave’s parents, his spirited grandmother, Mamaw Rhoda, was there.  They called her “Rodie.” She was a strong pioneer woman, kindhearted with a quick witted very good sense of humor.


Mamaw Rhoda “Rodie” Wilson

Although elderly, Rhoda was very able-bodied, lived by herself until she was about 97 years old and kept a nice garden.  Dave was close to his grandmother.  She took care of him throughout his boyhood and he loved spending time with her.  She enjoyed cooking and making hand-pulled taffy which naturally would appeal to a young man.  (Rhoda lived to the ripe old age of 99 years and 7 months.) With Dave’s family living in such a close-knit rural community, it was quite common for them to gather together for dinner just as they did on this occasion.


The dinner was “fried chicken with all the trimmings.” During the meal Sara noticed that Rhoda was eating quite a bit of chicken, but she wondered, “where were the bones?” Well, she soon found out.  When Dave’s mother, Bessie cleared the plates, there they were “UNDER Sara’s plate.” Being a blushing young bride and somewhat nervous in the company of her new in-laws, she became red faced.  But they knew what Mamaw Rhoda had just done and they all began to laugh, putting Sara to ease.

Chicken Bones 2


On another visit Dave’s father, David, discretely slipped a biscuit in Sara’s jacket pocket.


As she was leaving, he asked “What is that in your pocket?” When Sara reached in and came out with a biscuit, he said, “Why didn’t you tell me you were still hungry?”

Sara realized then that she was going to have to watch these folks carefully!  They were real kidders and she really liked that about them.


david-luciousDave’s father, David Lucious Wilson

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