Jelly Roll Morton, Inventor Of Jazz, Online Book by Alan Lomax

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that. Of course, we had our friends out in Jamaica, Long Island, who owned their own homes and we used to go out there and stay weekends, but no company in New York.
If I regret one thing, I regret this. He used to tell me that he wanted to build a nice home for me, said, "J11511 Pic^ the place, in Long Island or Connecticut, and III buy a piece of land and build you a home." But I never would. I wanted to stay in town to be close to him. Now I wish I had done what he wanted.
Jelly loved to play pinochle. That was his favorite game and 1 used to get so angry with him-see, I knew he'd leave his office downtown about four and I'd realize about four-thirty or five he'd be ready for his meal So I'd have it ready. Welt, he'd meet someone in the Rhythm Club and they'd begin talking (he loved to talk and argue, especially when they began talking about music) and then they'd get to playin pinochle. It might be twelve or one o clock before he*d leave there. And I'd be trying to keep everything good and hot al that time. The chicken would be overdone when he came in and Fd be so angry I'd say to him, 1 don t think its fair for me to stand up in this kitchen in this hot weather and try and keep your meal hot, and you don t even come and eat." I said, "Even if you would come home and eat and then go out, I wouldn't feel as bad. But you want me to stay home all the time, and then you do me like that. . . T
He'd tell me, "May (he called me May for short), I haven't been no place in the world but the Rhythm Club." And I'd have to forgive him because he was really so sweet. Very, very, very gentle and kind. Of course, he was very high tempered. If you got him angry, that French blood would come up in him and he'd be plenty angry, but, even those times, he wouldn't say anything bad, you know—no more than, *Tm get­ting tired and disgusted." In fact, the only arguments that came up, came up over how I kept his clothes.
He had all those shirts. . . . When he'd go downtown in the morning, he'd wear a white shirt for business; when he'd come