I do not remember exactly when this occurred or where my Mother was at the time. That is not really critical to the story. I do think I was about 15 years old, so probably around 1962.
Aunt Ima, my Mother's oldest
sister was having "nerve" problems. For whatever reason, my Uncle Lee
had taken his own life some time before and naturally that had a
profound effect on Aunt Ima. Her doctor
had determined that she needed 'shock therapy' to help her. Now for
those of you who are clueless about this archaic form of treatment, it
is somewhere between a defibrillator and the electric chair, being
closer to the latter. It was serious business to be sent to those
treatments. If your nerves were not on edge before, being told you were
going to be semi-electrocuted would put you over the edge.
there was no way that Aunt Ima was in any mental shape to make the trip,
which was either to Augusta or Milledgeville to have those treatments,
so my Mother was tapped to accompany her oldest sister on the trip. As
Aunt Ima lived in Centralhatchee, they were to catch the Trailways bus
at Mr. Hyatt's country store.
Now as I have said, Aunt Ima was as
nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. She could
not sit still, nor could see stop talking. This is the part of the
story that Mother retold that made us all laugh when she returned from
that long trying trip.
Aunt Ima was fidgeting around and Mr. Hyatt
was was calmly doing his business, doing his best to ignore her constant
chatter. Finally she stepped up to him and in rapid fire order asked,
"What time does the bus get here? How much are those bananas? How deep
is that lake out there?"
Without breaking a stride of his dusting,
he looked at my aunt and said, "10:15am. 3for a dime, and up to your
ass!", and then turned back to work.
Mother said Aunt Ima did not speak again until the boarded the bus!