Granpa Said He Ain't Goin'

“I aint’t goin to Califorinia

This is my dirt.”

Ma got him a dose of “soothin’ syrup.” She put it in a cup of coffee. He kept holl’r’n for “a mess of spare ribs. A MESS of spare ribs.”

I don’t do spell’n of dialogue well. My thought was to “live blog” the TiVo recording of the AMC showing of the “Grapes of Wrath.”

I’m typing this in Word. We’ll see what happens. The dialect is over though.

The Joads are loading on to the truck with a tipsy Granpa laying on the truck. Preacher just got invited to get on the truck.

Ma Joad is a kick ass woman.

Grandpa just died. “An old old man.” His folks buried him by the road with a note "cause they got no money to give him a funeral.”

Casey, the Preacher, gave him a eulogy. After saying some stuff he said “cover him up and get to it.”

That night, “I’d rather starve all at once” the guy coming back East said. He pointed out that everyone had the same handbill that said "800 pickers needed. " “You all have one. What’s that tell you? .... My boy died. ... The doctor said he died of 'heart failure.’” “Heart failure? His belly stuck out like a pig bladder”

“That guy tellin’ the truth?”

“His truth.”

”We only got fifteen cent loafs.” The cook told her to give it to them. “It’s day old any way.”

“Them candies a penny a piece?” Pa Joad said. Same woman. “Those’re two for a penny.” “ I’ll take two.” He gave it to the kids.

Pa and the kids left, the truck driver, “those ain’t no two for a penny.” “You just shut up.”

The Joads just got to the coast. There’s much more. Better yet, I’m going to read the novel again. You should too, and savor the words.