An Ode to the White Hillbilly Mothers of Sweet Georgia, who Ray Charles Loved and Wanted to Fill with Chocolate Like a Croissant
Ida Snow was a mother of five children, one who was so underdeveloped the pregnancy developed into a miscarriage, living in sweet Georgia. She must have been a great mother too since one of her children, Jackie, wrote two poems at the time of Ida's death on May 14, 1989. The next two pages feature these two poems in their original format on the original pages. We at Sid's Opened Lid were blessed to have Ida's granddaughter let us take photographs of the two one page lamenated poems. The first is titled, "Remembrance" and the other is written more like a letter to her late mother, one could even surmise that it was a eulogy.
These poems are not only an ode to Ida in our eyes, but to all the trailer park hillbilly mothers who are too lazy to walk out the trailer park and so set up lawn chairs outside their metal home the size of a Hollywoods actors dressing room on set. To the iced tea and gumbo making, moonshine drinking, Bible quoting (and pointing out "non-quotes" to support their drinking) and loving mothers who love their children as much as the Bible leaving them to do as they wish, leading children to swinging on vines over holes in the ground caused by some type of flying thingymajig, or one of them UFO's leavng a sign, and making sure they are all clean afterwards.
For those of you who cannot read the poems because you lack the ability to read script, it is a shame. You should go download all the Scripts albums and play them on repeat with Beats by Dre over your ears while practicing to write script yourself like a boy in the second grade proud he can write fancy-like, and the words "I want to fuck you" without his teachers being able to understand. And yes, we could have transcribed the images into text, but that takes away from the authenticity of the poems age, as well it's emotion. "Don't you know," the next two pages are alive? They're living now as we write this, today as you read this, tomorrow as you forget about this, "And so on."
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