A Family Thing Page #8

hugged you so hard,

I thought your little eyes

was going to pop out.

I was certain of it-

your mama knew she wasn't

going to never see you again.

Maotis said we was gonna

have to get a white doctor

from up in town,

and I knew there wasn't

much chance of that.

That's why I sent

Junior up to town

for your daddy, Earl.

It was his mess

that caused all this to start with.

But your daddy said

he wouldn't come,

said he wasn't going down to niggertown

in the middle of the night.

And besides, he didn't have

nothing to do with all that.

That was that gal's problem.

Miss Carrie lit into Mr. Pilcher

like a water moccasin,

told him to get over

and get Dr. Parks

and get down there

and save that little child of his.

Well, he did go get Dr. Parks,

and they all showed up together-

Earl Pilcher, Dr. Parks,

Carrie, and Junior.

But Earl wouldn't come in.

Just sat out front in that car.

I'd look out every now and then.

I could see his cigarette burning.

But Carrie, she come in.

She loved your birth mother.

They was friends,

real good friends.

Willa Mae asked to speak

to Carrie alone for a minute.

I don't know what they

talked about in there

at the time, but I pretty

much got it figured out

Over the years.

Got my own ideas, anyhow.

Well, old Dr. Parks

went to work,

and somehow or another,

he started getting you

straightened out a little

and on your way out.

Your poor mama was

in so much pain,

she just wore out so bad,

she couldn't make a sound.

And finally you came

in all your glory, heh heh...

face up, eyes wide open,

and white as bed linen.

I was standin' right there,

and I looked at you,

and your little eyes

was looking at me.

Yes, son,

I was the first person you ever saw.

Well, the doctor cut you loose

and handed you to your mother.

And she looked at you

like you was...

I don't even know how to say it...

like you was a angel.

And then the doctor

started in working on her.

She was real bad off,

and she was bleeding,

so he had me take you

after a minute

and told me I better

go in the other room

with you and Raymond

and let him work.

so I bundled you up in a blanket,

took you two and Miss Carrie,

and went in the kitchen.

Heh heh...

and then, Ray,

I put that baby in your arms.

Ray, when you saw that baby,

you said, "That's my baby. "

"That's right.

Yhat's your baby," I said.

"He's your brother. "

Then the doctor come in the room.

I took one look at his face,

and I knew Willa Mae was gone.

Carrie went in the bedroom

with Dr. Parks

to help him clean up.

And the three of us

was left alone there in the kitchen.

Ray, you held this boy

in your arms

right after he was born.

Ain't that something?

Oh, God...

your mama wanted to stay.

She just didn't have the strength.

Sure do wish I could see you.

Bless your heart, boy.

You gonna go out the

same way you come in.

Heh heh heh...

Well, hope that truck

of yours will run

with all those bullet holes in it.

Guess I'll go home

lookin' like I tangled with Al Capone.

Heh heh heh. Yeah.

Well...

Virgil, tell your wife and kids

I was glad to meet 'em.

I was glad to meet you, too.

Take care, Earl.

You bet.

Ma'am,

I want to thank you

for everything.

Now, don't you forget

your old Aunt T.

I don't think I could

hardly do that, now, could I?

You take care, now.

Bless your heart.

Going home to Poorville, huh?

Yep.

Well, I haven't been back there

since I left it... 60 years ago.

Probably hasn't changed much.

Oh, it's grown up a little, I guess.

Always wanted to get

down there someday

And visit mama's grave.

Well, you ought to come

on down sometime and do it.

One of these days.

The police impound yard

is right up there.

This it?

This is it.

Yeah, you ought to come

on down sometime.

You sure this is it?

I'm sure.

Well, we'll see.

"Father... "

"Sarah... Sarah. "

Here it is.

Willa Mae...

Mother.

Kind of a nice morning.

Yeah, it is.

Willa Mae...

Want a snort?

Go on.

Won't bite ya.

Hoo-hah.

I never could drink that scotch.

Heh. Shoot.

Well, I tell ya...

I guess the folks are up

and out, probably.

Yeah.

Now, listen, this is not going to be

like a sunday picnic,

let me tell you that right now.

Tuby and my girl will be

all right, I guess,

but that nephew of mine makes

your boy look like Mahatma Gandhi.

Whoo...

He might take a shot at you...

or even maybe both of us.

# Tell me, sister

# How do you feel?

# Tell me, my brother,

brother, brother

# How do ya feel?

# If ya feel like dancin'

# Get up and let's

start dancin'

# Start gettin' the spirit

Start gettin' the spirit

# The spirit in the dark

# In the dark

Doot-doot

# It's like sally walker

Doo doo doot-doot

# Sittin' in a saucer

Doo doo doot-doot

# That's how ya do it

Doo doo doot-doot

# Now, get on out to it

Doo doo doot-doot

# Ri-i-ide, Sally, ride #

# Put your hands on your hips

Cover your eyes

# And move

With the spirit

# Darlin', move

Move with the spirit

# With the spirit

Ah, move #

# Move with the spirit,

now, now, now

# Move with the spirit

# Are you gettin' the spirit?

Yeah

# Are ya gettin' it in the dark?

Yeah

# I wonder how you're gettin' the spirit

Yeah

# The spirit in the dark

Yeah

# People movin'

# Yeah, everybody's groovin'

# Just gettin' the spirit

# Start gettin' the spirit

# Are ya gettin' it in the dark?

In the dark

# I think I got it

All of my brothers

# All my sisters

Move

# With the spirit

Keep on movin'

# Keep on groovin'

Gotta move

# Keep on groovin'

Gettin' out of hand

# Let's get on that movin' thing

Gotta move your feet

# And stay on the beat

Ah, move

# Move

Ah, move

# Move... #

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