• Document: A Chair for My Mother written and illustrated by Vera B. Williams
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A Chair for My Mother written and illustrated by Vera B. Williams y mother works as a waitress in the Blue M Tile Diner. After school sometimes I go to meet her there. Then her boss Josephine gives me a job too. I wash the salts and peppers and fill the ketchups. One time I peeled all the onions for the onion soup. When I finish, Josephine says, “Good work, honey,” and pays me. And every time, I put half of my money into the jar. It takes a long time to fill a jar this big. Every day when my mother comes home from work, I take down the jar. My mama empties all her change from tips out of her purse for me to count. Then we push all of the coins into the jar. 126 A Chair for My Mother Sometimes my mama is laughing when she comes home from work. Sometimes she’s so tired she falls asleep while I count the money out into piles. Some days she has lots of tips. Some days she has only a little. Then she looks worried. But each evening every single shiny coin goes into the jar. We sit in the kitchen to count the tips. Usually Grandma sits with us too. While we count, she likes to hum. Often she has money in her old leather wallet for us. Whenever she gets a good bargain on tomatoes or bananas or something she buys, she puts by the savings and they go into the jar. When we can’t get a single other coin into the jar, we are going to take out all the money and go and buy a chair. 127 Unit Four Yes, a chair. A wonderful, beautiful, fat, soft armchair. We will get one covered in velvet with roses all over it. We are going to get the best chair in the whole world. That is because our old chairs burned up. There was a big fire in our other house. All our chairs burned. So did our sofa and so did everything else. That wasn’t such a long time ago. My mother and I were coming home from buying new shoes. I had new sandals. She had new pumps. We were walking to our house from the bus. We were looking at everyone’s tulips. She was saying she liked red tulips and I was saying I liked yellow ones. Then we came to our block. A Chair for My Mother Right outside our house stood two big fire engines. I could see lots of smoke. Tall orange flames came out of the roof. All the neighbors stood in a bunch across the street. Mama grabbed my hand and we ran. My uncle Sandy saw us and ran to us. Mama yelled, “Where’s Mother?” I yelled, “Where’s my grandma?” My aunt Ida waved and shouted, “She’s here, she’s here. She’s O.K. Don’t worry.” Grandma was all right. Our cat was safe too, though it took a while to find her. But everything else in our whole house was spoiled. What was left of the house was turned to charcoal and ashes. 129 We went to stay with my mother’s sister Aunt Ida and Uncle Sandy. Then we were able to move into the apartment downstairs. We painted the walls yellow. The floors were all shiny. But the rooms were very empty. The first day we moved in, the neighbors brought pizza and cake and ice cream. And they brought a lot of other things too. The family across the street brought a table and three kitchen chairs. The very old man next door gave us a bed from when his children were little. 130 My other grandpa brought us his beautiful rug. My mother’s other sister, Sally, had made us red and white curtains. Mama’s boss, Josephine, brought pots and pans, silverware and dishes. My cousin brought me her own stuffed bear. Everyone clapped when my grandma made a speech. “You are all the kindest people,” she said, “and we thank you very, very much. It’s lucky we’re young and can start all over.” 131 Unit Four That was last year, but we still have no sofa and no big chairs. When Mama comes home, her feet hurt. “There’s no good place for me to take a load off my feet,” she says. When Grandma wants to sit back and hum and cut up potatoes, she has to get as comfortable as she can on a hard kitchen chair. So that is how come Mama brought home the biggest jar she could find at the diner and all the coins started to go into the jar. Now the jar is too heavy for me to lift down. Uncle Sandy gave me a quarter. He had to boost me up so I could put it in. After supper Mama and Grandma and I stood in front of the jar. “Well, I never would have believed it, but I guess it’s full,” Mama said. 132 A Chair for My Mother My mother brought home little paper wrappers for the nickels and the dimes and the quarters. I counted them all out and wrapped them all up. On my mother’s day off, we took all the coins to the bank. The bank exchanged them for ten-dollar bills. Then we took the bus downtown to shop for our chair. We shopped through four furniture stores. We tried out

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