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mamas were working; and sometimes it would be okay for them to go in and their sweet mamas would bring a pan out to the servant's room. Some of those pans were marvelous, I'm telling you—in fact I, myself, have been in some of the homes, seeking after a pan, and I know. Take a girl working for the Godchaux or the Solaris—she would bring you gumbo, Bayou Cook oysters, and maybe turkey with cranberry sauce—this wouldn't have to be on Christmas, because New Orleans is the place where no doubt the finest food in the world prevails. When sweet mama cooks and carves that fowl, sweet papa is sure to eat the choicest portions, no argument about that!
1 was quite small, but I used to get in on those pans occasionally. Always hanging out with older men, anyhow. And sometimes I'd be with um when they all get together—a whole lot of sweet mamas and their sweet papas—to have a little bit of a ball off to their self. Josky Adams would play the blues .. .
See, see, rider, see what you have done,
You made me love you, now your man done come.
Josky had a beautiful sister and I always had it in my mind I wanted to marry her. Used to take her to these parties and had a wonderful time. It seemed like a family there—Josky playing and singing . . .
I want a gal that works in the white folks9 yard, A pretty gal that works in the white folks" yard. Do you see that fly crawling up the wall, She's going up there to get her ashes hauled. I got a woman lives right hack of the jail, She got a sign on her window—Pussy For Sale.
But the one blues I never can forget out of those early days happened to be played by a woman that lived next door to my godmother's in the Garden District. The name of this musician was Mamie Desdoumes. Two middle fingers of her right hand had been cut off, so she played the blues with only three fingers on her right hand. She only knew this one tune and