Cudjo's parable, an onion, not-absinthe

[asakiyume]

Cudjo’s parable
wakanomori was able to get for me Zora Neale Hurston's "Cudjo's Own Story of the last African Slaver," published in the Journal of Negro History 12, no 4 (October 1927), 648-63. He remembers his village in Africa and talks about life in America.

At the end he told a parable about his wife Albine dying before him:

I will make a parable.

Cudjo and Albine have gone to Mobile together.

They get on the train to go home and sit side by side. The conductor comes along and says to Cudjo: “Where are you going to get off?” and Cudjo answers: “Mount Vernon.”

The conductor then asks Albine: “Where are you going to get off?” and she replies: “Plateau.”

Mount Vernon is several miles beyond Plateau.

Cudjo is surprised. He turns to Albine and asks: “Why, Albine! How is this? Why do you say you are going to get off at Plateau ?”

She answers: “I must get off.” The train stops and Albine gets off. Cudjo stays on. He is alone. But old Cudjo has not reached Mount Vernon yet. He is still journeying on.

I was moved by the parable, especially having seen with my own eyes that the cemetery is at Plateau.


I went to get just one onion--a purple onion--and a box of sweet cereal at the supermarket. The supermarkets around here seem to make an effort to hire people with mental deficits to do things like bagging—I’ve noticed this at more than one chain. The guy doing bagging for me (my two things) is one of these. He put my box of cereal in my bag, but held onto the onion.

When I had paid and looked over, he showed it to me and said, “I love these onions.”

It did look beautiful in his hand. It was a perfect shape, and a beautiful red-purple color.

I said, “Me too; they’re great in salsa or in soups. What do you like them in?”

He said, “I like to put them on hamburgers … I just like these onions.”

Maybe he likes them for more than practical reasons. Maybe he likes the beauty of them.

Lots of people appreciate things like an onion, but not many people take the time to stop and share that appreciation with a stranger, especially while they’re working. I felt grateful.

Not-absinthe
Absinthe is a rich green, so I’m told. I’ve never seen it. It’s made from wormwood, Artemisia absinthium. An infusion of wormwood’s cousin mugwort, Artemisia vulgaris, makes a similar rich, green drink.

Doesn’t it look like a potion? It is a potion.

Comments

[cucumberseed.livejournal.com]

Ah, mugwort water...

Onions are a beautiful color.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

onions are really wonderful things in so many ways. But yeah, the color of purple onions--mmmmm.

[bogwitch64.livejournal.com]

Great parables, both of them. ;)

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

glad you enjoyed! When next we meet, we'll have to have mugwort tea (provided, y'know, it's summer and all. If it's winter, we can have hot chocolate).

[bogwitch64.livejournal.com]

Ooooooooo! Sounds awesome, either way!

[sartorias.livejournal.com]

What a poignant parable.

When I first read about absinthe, it was referred to as poison green, and the context was young fin-de-siecle men destroying themselves with it.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

re:parable, I thought so too...

re: absinthe, I wonder if that's what caused the animation trope that you see in Disney films of evil magic being a glowing green color.

[sartorias.livejournal.com]

That's an interesting thought! I wonder.

[jryson.livejournal.com]

Mom used to say "green as poison." But I always thought poison green was cyanide.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

I wonder how old that expression, "green as poison," is.

[lizziebelle.livejournal.com]

It is definitely a potion. If you wash your mirrors with it, you might see visions in them. :)

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

I will try!

[mguibord.livejournal.com]

What a sweet, sad parable.
And that is a very pretty green! For some reason I was thinking absinthe was the stuff that turned milky white when poured into water. Maybe that's something else..

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Oh, we have that stuff--the stuff that turns milky white. It's ... (running to check the cupboard)... Pastis.

[osprey-archer.livejournal.com]

Absinthe actually turns a milky green when you pour water into it - it's called the louche of the absinthe. /absinthe geek

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

(how did you get to be an absinthe geek?)

[osprey-archer.livejournal.com]

It's part of being a late-nineteenth-century-geek. Everyone then seemed to drink absinthe, and it was called Green Fairy, and before drinking it there's this complicated arcane ritual like something out of a fantasy book, and it's such a nice green and a fun word to say...

I've never actually drunk absinthe. But someday I'm sure the opportunity will arise.

[suzan-s.livejournal.com]

Ohhh, I love the parable! What a sweet story. I like the onion story too. There should be a baseball term I could use here...like...a double play...or batting 100...or something.

Anyway, I enjoyed both stories.

[littlemoremasks.livejournal.com]

I love the story about the bus ride parable. It's full of the sweetness of grief.

At first when I read the story of the onion I wasn't sure what kind of tone you were trying to go for, most likely because of my profession makes me sensitive to those sorts of things, but it was also a lovely bit about sharing a minute with another person.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I worried a whole lot writing that onion one. (a) I don't want to put down folks who are mentally handicapped AT ALL; (b) I LIKE that the supermarket hires them--and why shouldn't it? They can do the job just fine; (c) I didn't want to come off as seeming to condescend to the guy, or to imply that somehow only a mentally retarded guy could have this insight or say this thing...because I don't think that's true.

So then I thought, maybe I should even leave out that he's mentally retarded. But the thing is, I do think it did play some role in his speaking up. I think your neurotypical people are less likely to say those things to a stranger. Some will. I might, under certain circumstances. But I do think it's less likely. Plus, I wanted to say that he was mentally retarded because a lot of times people tend to devalue or not pay attention to stuff mentally retarded people say--but they shouldn't. Because anybody can say something worth listening to, and I guess that's part of what I wanted to say, too.

Thanks for giving me an opportunity to talk it all out. I didn't want to burden the post with this, but it was definitely stuff I was thinking about when I wrote it.

[littlemoremasks.livejournal.com]

Hey, that's what i do. At least when I stop talking long enough to catch my breathe!

[joycemocha.livejournal.com]

I liked it. I also liked that you highlighted that people with retardation can perceive and enjoy beauty. One of the neatest things about my recent music festival marathon was seeing a father and son--son with Down Syndrome, but mild as far as physical characteristics were concerned--at the String Cheese Incident concerts at Red Rocks. The son was very much into the music, very much enjoying it, and making some very good, sophisticated music observations.

When I did my student teaching in the self-contained academic class (mostly with students who had retardation, with and without Down Syndrome) there was one young lady who was adamant that she was going to become a movie star, speech impediment and all. Interestingly enough, she reminded me of Bette Davis. Same eyes and all.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

I wonder if that girl in your class did get to work in film at all--I hope so. (As for being a star, it's like being a best-selling author, so I wouldn't expect she--or anyone--would necessarily achieve that.)

That's great about the father and the son!

And thanks; your comment reassures me about what I wrote.

[littlemoremasks.livejournal.com]

Two run homer.

[littlemoremasks.livejournal.com]

That's the baseball term you want.

[suzan-s.livejournal.com]

Ah Ha! That's a good one.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Glad you did.

[redcoast.livejournal.com]

Andrew has more than one bottle of absinthe. I could send you some pictures.

Or a bottle.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Not sure how Andrew'd feel about your sending me his stash of absinthe, but I'd love to see a picture. (I mean... I can google a picture, but I'd like to see Andrew's.)

[osprey-archer.livejournal.com]

A few days ago I saw a still-life watercolor of an onion. It was lovely, with very rich colors for a watercolor, and I wondered how he came to paint them. Maybe he had a similar experience.

How does the mugwort infusion taste? (And mugwort again. Mugwort, mugwort...)

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

And mugwort again. Mugwort, mugwort

Hahaha--I thought of you when I wrote that part :D

It tastes really nice--very itself. It tastes the way the leaves smell--a little piney and a little chrysanthemum-like, maybe? Aromatic. Refreshing.

[westerling.livejournal.com]

Any visions?

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

None brought on by the mugwort, alas. But I did see something beautiful today: a father flying a rainbow-colored kite, and underneath it on the grass, his son dancing around, arms upraised. It was the most joyful dance you've ever seen, an on-the-grass version of the kite's dance in the air.

Your icon reminds me to ask: did you see the northern lights the other night? (I did not...)

[westerling.livejournal.com]

Not so far. I keep looking, though.