The Greatest of the Great
It is with heavy heart that I announce our recent loss. Aunt Delores was an amazing woman. She was loving and witty; but most of all she was Aunt Delores. There’s really no better way to describe her. There are many things I will miss about this woman. But most of all, I will miss our talks. Here’s a brief introduction to Aunt Delores from the book I am in the process of writing.
It was a peaceful Saturday afternoon. With Cade in the bathroom, I stepped out on the back porch. My eyes closed as I inhaled the cool autumn air. The vibrant fall colors have mesmerized me ever since moving to the Carolinas. Back in New Orleans there were only two seasons; summer and not summer. During the not summer months the weather changed from hot to cold and back again in an instant. It was the time of the year that Mother Nature shared her hot flashes with the Crescent City.
Before long Cade joined me in the back yard. Together we sat down on the cooled red brick steps. With half a piece of baklava in his hand he smiled. “Daddy,” he queried. “Who eats baklava?”
“I think you do, buddy.”
“Daddy,” again he queried. “Who eats baklava?”
Cade has always associated food items with various characters. Doing so, he compares himself with those characters. Pointing to the squirrel climbing down the playhouse he asked, “Daddy, what do squirrels eat?”
“Acorns,” I replied as we watched the furry little creature.
With a confused look on his face he dropped his treat. As I leaned over reaching for an acorn, Tramp raced by and finished Cade’s crumbs. You can’t blame the dog. After all, Aunt Delores made the best baklava.
Delores is Julee’s great aunt. She is a feisty Lebanese lady that says whatever pops in her mind. With her pin curled silver hair, she looks the same as she did the day I met her over twenty-five years ago. I must say, I always enjoyed my conversations with Aunt Delores. I especially enjoyed our conversations around Easter time. This was when we talked about “cock.”
Aunt Delores loved eating “cock” and quite frankly, she didn’t care who knew about it. In all fairness, “cock” is a Lebanese date cake. The correct spelling is kaak. However, Delores grew up in the south so kaak became “cock.” Delores wasn’t the only “cock” eater in the family. I remember the first time meeting Julee’s grandmother.
“Johnny gave me some good cock last night.” I overheard Julee’s grandmother raving to my future mother-in-law.
“Wow,” I expressed to Julee. “Your grandmother is really cool.”
“I just love Johnny’s cock,” she continued. “It’s not too sweet. It’s always just right.”
Soon after, Maw Maw Anna offered to share Johnny’s cock with me. Still a bit concerned, I declined the offer. After all, I didn’t know Johnny that well yet.
Before long, curiosity got the best of me. And when no one else was looking I nibbled at Johnny’s cock. Maw Maw Anna was right. Johnny’s cock was out of sight.
Fortunately, kaak is a tradition at Easter. Every year on Good Friday the ladies get together to roll the “cock.” Perhaps it’s the kid in me that giggled during sex education class, but I still enjoy a good “cock” story.
And I will always enjoy a good Aunt Delores story. Gone but not forgotten. We love you Aunt Delores.
Kelly Jude Melerine