The Tommy And Mollie Conners Story Poem by Curtis Johnson

Jolly Polly Sue Conners was her name and she came
from the grand old town found just outside of Harvest Oak
deep in the backwoods of Maine called Mattie Blue Junction.*
She came from a rather large family with a loving mom and dad
who worked hard, went to church, loved their family and their country.
She was the oldest of 10 children ranging in ages 7 months to 16 years.

Her daddy's name was Tommy Drip Maplewood Conners, and he was a truck
driver hauling just about anything that could turn hard labor into green dollar signs. Her mother's name was Molly Mae Conners, and she mostly was a hairdresser who beautified every lady that ever walked the streets of Mattie Blue Junction.

There was never a maple droping dull moment to be found in the Conners home because they always kept busy with work, school, or chores which kept them going from the break of Hello Dawn to the last look-out-yonder at the evening star. About that time they settled in for a wonderful family meal of the finest cooking in all of the East Coast.There was no such thing as a government program like cash aid or food
coupons, and you can 'take it to the bank' that no one ever went hungry or without adequate shoes and cloths. They did not believe in credit either but payed for everything with their hard earned green blooded sunstained cash dollars. I tell you, this was the kind of home
that Jolly grew up in, and she was raised that old fashion way. That old fashion 'guaranteeded to work kind of way' that enabled Jolly Polly to be the first in her family to go to college.

When Jolly Polly finished college, she was offered a big fat uppidy job in New York City, but she turned it down and took a local job as a school teacher. She did not have a single silly slave driving bill that would have forced her to be in debt for the next 10 to 15 years.

Hers was the proudest family that ever took up humble residence in Mattie Blue Juntion. Time and space would not allow me to tell you about the success of her 9 siblings who all did well, and all of which
lived within a 2- hours drive from each other.

As a child, I knew an unusual man by the name of 'Book Closed' who would drop into our lives, do some very needed chores and 'just like that', he would announce his departure by saying, "Book Closed".He was indeed a 'bet your bottom dollar' unusual man. Moreover, I would have loved to have known Mr. and Mrs. Tommy Drip Maplewood and Mollie Mae Conners whose oldest daughter was Jollie Pollie Sue Conners.

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