Me is Just Peachy Keen
I grew up in Conyers, and if you know anything about Conyers, GA, despite the bad publicity it recieved a fews ago, or despite the Heritage School shooting, and despite the Mary Fowler ordeal seeing signs and wonders from mother Mary, it really was a great place to live.
My uncle worked down at the Jackson State Prison in the hospital where he treated prisoners providing them medical attention. It was during the summer and he would leave work and pass a huge peach orchard in Jackson, GA. This one orchard had the best peaches of the season, they were big, ripe and juicy. The man was selling them $5.00 a big brown bag full, it became famous in my family real quick.
My grandmother told my Aunt that lived in Dunwoody, and of course, being a southern cook, she wanted in on the peaches. I was scheduled one afternoon to pick granny up at the Cracker Barrel off Panola Road and bring my aunt the peaches. She had ordered a whole box of peaches, literally, it took up most of the back seat of granny's Chevrolet. I was driving, little John Wesley at the time, in the back, and my friend Jeremy was in the front. I probably shouldn't of been driving so fast as we took off and left to go get my granny from Panola Rd., we were running a bit late, so I get to the end of Cowen Road and slam on the breaks. Peaches, peaches, slap, smack, splash, juice and nectar everywhere. The peaches were bruised.
We had to pull over to the fire station, get out and shake the peach pulp off us, pick up the good ones, toss the bad, clean the seat and act like nothing had happened. I was so nervous. I just didn't want to get in trouble for this one, knowing it was my fault for speeding.
When we finally reached the Cracker Barrell, I get out to see my aunt and we introduce my friend. The first thing she says, "Hey Missy, how are you doing?"
Nervous and feeling guilty but trying not to loose my composure, I replied, "I'm peachy keen," not realizing what I said until Wesley and Jeremy start laughing. I just told on myself and really tried to hide it from granny and my aunt. So, I had to tell them what happened, everything turned out okay and my aunt took it with a good sense of humor.
I've never been good at keeping secrets or hiding bad things for very long, it always come out in the wash, and in this case, the peaches did come out of the wash.
My uncle worked down at the Jackson State Prison in the hospital where he treated prisoners providing them medical attention. It was during the summer and he would leave work and pass a huge peach orchard in Jackson, GA. This one orchard had the best peaches of the season, they were big, ripe and juicy. The man was selling them $5.00 a big brown bag full, it became famous in my family real quick.
My grandmother told my Aunt that lived in Dunwoody, and of course, being a southern cook, she wanted in on the peaches. I was scheduled one afternoon to pick granny up at the Cracker Barrel off Panola Road and bring my aunt the peaches. She had ordered a whole box of peaches, literally, it took up most of the back seat of granny's Chevrolet. I was driving, little John Wesley at the time, in the back, and my friend Jeremy was in the front. I probably shouldn't of been driving so fast as we took off and left to go get my granny from Panola Rd., we were running a bit late, so I get to the end of Cowen Road and slam on the breaks. Peaches, peaches, slap, smack, splash, juice and nectar everywhere. The peaches were bruised.
We had to pull over to the fire station, get out and shake the peach pulp off us, pick up the good ones, toss the bad, clean the seat and act like nothing had happened. I was so nervous. I just didn't want to get in trouble for this one, knowing it was my fault for speeding.
When we finally reached the Cracker Barrell, I get out to see my aunt and we introduce my friend. The first thing she says, "Hey Missy, how are you doing?"
Nervous and feeling guilty but trying not to loose my composure, I replied, "I'm peachy keen," not realizing what I said until Wesley and Jeremy start laughing. I just told on myself and really tried to hide it from granny and my aunt. So, I had to tell them what happened, everything turned out okay and my aunt took it with a good sense of humor.
I've never been good at keeping secrets or hiding bad things for very long, it always come out in the wash, and in this case, the peaches did come out of the wash.
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