BITTER WEEDBUTTER

by

Dorothy Graham Gast

When I was in 10th grade, my teacher at Tuscaloosa County High school, Mrs. Maxwell was extolling the virtues of fresh churned butter over margarine. I asked Mama if I could take my teacher some butter the next day.

After I put the soft butter into a quart mayonnaise jar in the refrigerator at bedtime, all I had to do was grab the jar as I ran for the school bus. In November there was no possibility of the butter getting soft on the cold bus.

Between homeroom and first period World History I presented her with a brown paper bag with a jar in it.

All that day I could imagine her buttering biscuits the next morning.

When I got off the bus Mama asked, "Did you get the butter with the bitter weeds?"  I was humiliated.

Mrs. Maxwell never mentioned the butter nor did I.

How do you make bitter butter better? It is better to let bitter butter be.

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