Look Over
Your Shoulder, One-Nine-0-0: Greensboro at the Turn of the Century, by Roy Griffin, published in 1970.
Recollections and photographs from Greensboro from 1890 to 1892 and 1915-1917; page
46
A man dies. His body is brought home from the undertaker’s. This
is the custom. His casket-clad body will be “on view” for his last two or three
days before burial. Friends and relatives will come from near and far.
Neighbors will appear from up the street and down the street, and from the
other side of the block. Flowers will fill every available container on every
available spot. The sweet, sweet fragrance fills the room and hides in one’s
nostrils for days.
In the room in which the corpse lies, the windows are raised or
lowered so fresh air will help erase the smell of death. The window curtains
and the green shades wave softly in the breeze, as if they are waving good-bye
to a friend. A relative or a friend stands silently by the casket and shoos a
fly away from the still, waxen face. Occasionally, someone will walk over and
pat the cold hand folded over the still heart.
The kitchen table, the stove, the sideboard, are all filled to
overflowing with food the sympathizers have brought in. A steady stream of
sorrowful, but food-loving, people visit the kitchen and with food-filled
mouths express their sorrow to the family. The coffee pot bubbles continuously;
and those who ae “sitting up” the night never let go their cup.
The men-folks sit around smoking and chewing tobacco, and
compliments for the departed one fills the air. The women folk huddle together
and all agree that he “had a good heart.” The children, not knowing or
understanding the sad faces and tears, very quietly—just eat!
And, the man, who had never been quite able to provide enough
for his family, looking out from the great dark beyond, thinks, “I have never
seen so many lovely flowers…I have never seen so many people come to visit...I
have never seen so much food…I must ask this question: why not flower, and
love, and understanding, and food for a man, while he is living.”
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