Free Write Sunday prompt Plum cobbler

This is my post for #freewrite Sunday prompt plum cobbler by @mariannewest

Aunt Mae and Uncle Richard were not really any kin but they were two people who I dearly loved. They had no children and were like parents to my Mother. They were who we stayed with when a hurricane was coming. We had Christmas at their house. They lived on the other side of the river and when Uncle Richard would stop in to see us I would beg to go home with him. He was a commercial fisherman and I loved to fish with him, from a little girls aspect he was my first love.

I do not care for plums and have never had plum cobbler, but my Aunt Mae would make the best mulberry cobbler you have ever had. They had 4 mulberry trees, the big mulberries. Aunt Mae would lay a sheet on the ground and shake the limbs letting the mulberries fall on the sheet. She would fold the sheet to carry them to the house, once there she put the mulberries in a tub of water. It was our job, the kids, to pick the stems off. She also helped. Our fingers would be purple.

I remember one time she asked me if I was eating the mulberries and I lied and said no, she said was I sure about that and I said yes mam. My lips and mouth were purple. She told me to go cut a king switch, I knew what that meant, I was going to get a whooping for lying. I told her I changed my mind, I did eat some. She always made us get the stick that we were going to get whipped with. I guess that was to give us time to think about why we were getting a whipping.

My Uncle Richard and Aunt Mae, Aunt Mae is eating swamp cabbage also known as heart of palm.