By Jimmy Reed ——Bio and Archives--January 8, 2011
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He gathered all that springs to birth From the many-venomed earth; First a little, thence to more, He sampled all her killing store….The poet went on to relate how such preparedness once saved Mithridates’ life:
They put arsenic in his meat And stared aghast to watch him eat; They poured strychnine in his cup And shook to see him drink it up: They shook, they stared as white’s their shirt: Them it was their poison hurt. I tell the tale that I heard told. Mithridates, he died old.My grandmother never heard of Mithridates, but would have admired his faith in preparedness, which she shared. Often, she put this defense to use when salesmen, or drummers as she called them, came calling. Granny lived alone in the commissary store, which also housed the farm office. Since Dad spent all his time in the fields, she was usually the only person available to meet with salesmen. One day, a lubricant peddler arrived with a machine that measured viscosity. Prepared as always, Granny wasn’t about to buy anything, but curious to see the machine work, she let him plug it in and give his sales spiel. “Ma’am, this lever allows me to exert unlimited foot-pounds of pressure, as measured by this gauge, on the two bearings whose outer surfaces are touching,” he said. “First, I’ll coat them with our leading competitor’s product.” As he pulled the lever, the bearings emitted an earsplitting squeal and screeched to a stop. “Now, just one small drop of our lubricant will do the trick — no matter how high the gauge goes.” Sure enough, the gauge’s needle reached the red zone, but the bearings continued turning. Granny smelled a rat, or more accurately, the odor of nature’s best lubricant, pure graphite, and was prepared. “Mighty impressive, young man” she said. “What is your product’s brand name?” Proudly, he showed her. She went to the storeroom and returned with a grease tube bearing the same name. “How ’bout coating those bearings with some of this?” Mortified, the drummer declined and departed. Often Granny reminded me, “Boy, few habits prolong one’s time on earth more than preparedness … which she proved: She died old.
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Jimmy Reed is an Oxford, Mississippi resident, Ole Miss and Delta State University alumnus, Vietnam Era Army Veteran, former Mississippi Delta cotton farmer and ginner, author, and retired college teacher.
This story is a selection from Jimmy Reed’s latest book, entitled The Jaybird Tales.
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