Butter me up...

I have an Aunt that used to toast bread in the oven. Then she would pour melted butter on every corner of that bread!  I was always in awe of this ritual; watching her melt the butter in a little pot, in the little trailer, placed in a little yard, where they lived. It was absolutely the best toast I ever had in my life.

She wore red lipstick with drawn in brows to frame her face; smoking unfiltered Camels while she did this wonderous toast breakfast for a 7 year old and her four children.  She was a little pudge pot of a woman and I loved her dearly.

While I was finishing my toast (I am a slow eater), she would line up her four children, my cousins, and lather them up with baby oil and make them go outside...then it was my turn...I stood still while she oiled me up like a suckling pig ready for the oven, holding my toast above my head.

As she hung clothes I would sit akimbo in the shade of the little trailer, eating my toast, watching my cousins bake in the hot summer sun!  They were so in style in 1957 with their 1990's savage tans! I, on the other, opted for toast instead...