Gracious Plenty



There are so many things that fly beneath our radar – mainly because our minds are running ninety miles an hour on at least a million different things at one time. Some of those things that are allowed to slip by are those sayings that have been familiar to us since birth and we hear every day, sometimes several times a day. ‘Bless your heart’ and ‘Oh, my Mercy’ are a couple that I no longer really hear, as I have heard them and used them repetitively.

Well, I HAVE been known to listen a bit more closely to ‘Bless your heart’, as it can have either an honest, sympathetic connotation or one of extreme sarcasm, even if it is delivered with a saccharinely sweet tone of voice. And I truly want to know where I stand on the receiving end of those words. But there is one I heard recently that isn’t used quite as often as it once was, and my mind zeroed in on it with the stealth and speed of a heat seeking missile – Gracious Plenty.



Gracious Plenty?

The more I pondered that phrase, the more I liked it. Even the feel of the words slipping off your tongue is soft, gentle and pleasing to the ears. As these words filter through the air, they evoke an image in my mind of an older woman in an apron, standing on the wobbly steps of a rundown house, who is holding the screen door open, welcoming you into her humble home.

By all indications, she doesn’t have much in the way to offer, but she offers a slice of a cake that is sitting in a place of honor in the middle of an old and scratched table, enthroned on an ancient (and slightly chipped) cake plate with a glass dome. The cake itself looks like a priceless gem, and my mouth waters at the thought of taking a big bite.



Mrs. Mae Ethel

There is one woman who came into my life that is the epitome of Gracious Plenty – Mrs. Mae Ethel. She was in her late 80’s when we met her, and passed on in her early 90’s. But in the few years I was blessed to have her, she taught me quite a bit of how to put Gracious Plenty into action.



The stories Mrs. Mae Ethel told weren’t of hardships, but of her child-like nature of running barefoot with her children and their friends through the woods, fishing poles in hand. The twinkle in her eyes was the bright spot of any day, and she was always quick with a hearty laugh and the offer of cake.

One day, Mrs. Mae Ethel called the Country Boy, and it is one of our most favorite memories of her. The conversation went something like this:

TCB: “Hi, Mrs. Mae Ethel. How are you?”
Mrs. Mae Ethel: “You know tomorrow is the opening day of squirrel season, don’t you?”
TCB: “Yes ma’am.”
Mrs. Mae Ethel: “I need five. Be sure to clean them.”


He stood there for a moment with the receiver in his hand, just staring at it. Then he slowly hung up and turned to me. “Well, my marching orders have just been issued.”



Minding His Elders

The next morning, the Country Boy headed out back early, and finally came home with five squirrels. He cleaned them, packed them in a bag, then headed down the road. One hour (and a piece of cake later), he came home. Around five o’clock, the phone rang again.

TCB: “Hello?”

Mrs. Mae Ethel: “Dinner’s on the table. Hurry up and don’t let it get cold.”





Dinner is Served

We just looked at each other for a second, then rushed to the car. Me? I admit I gritted my teeth, as I do NOT eat squirrel. But there was no way I was going to get around it. Southern manners, and all. Yuck! Still, when we arrived, I had to laugh. Mrs. Mae Ethel pointed to the platter heaped high with fried squirrel, and sitting all by its lonesome was a small boneless chicken breast.

“I know you don’t eat squirrel. Now, sit down. Eat!” My heart melted. A boneless, skinless chicken breast is a luxury to those who don’t have much to begin with, and here she made sure my preferences were catered to. Gracious Plenty in action.


A Perfect Example

That table was a true example of gracious plenty. There were about five or six bowls, each with a small portion of other offerings – turnip greens, corn, butter beans, smothered squash, pickles, mashed potatoes, corn bread. There wasn’t more than about a serving and a half per bowl, but somehow that meal filled us to the brim, with a little of everything left over. And yes. Her Pineapple Cake sat waiting on the counter, just waiting to be the ‘guest of honor’ for dessert.


It was a meal that said, ‘Welcome’. A table that offered Grace and a home that had a strong Heart. A friend that offered Love.

Gracious plenty. It doesn’t describe the amount of food on the table. It can’t be defined by just any cake sitting in the center of a table. It’s a feeling, like being wrapped in a warm hand-made quilt on a cold winter’s day. It slakes the thirst like an icy cold glass of lemonade in the throes of summer heat. It is giving everything you have to someone in need, even when you have little to nothing to give. A soft touch and a gentle word. A joy-filled laugh, when there is little else to offer. It’s a perfect blend of love, grace, mercy, generosity, family, friends, and compassion.

And it always says, “Welcome”.

Julie Murphree is a blogger, newspaper columnist, and speaker on all things ‘Living a Simple Life on the Farm’. She is the author of \\\'The Farm Wife – Living a Simple Life on the Farm. She and her husband have 60 acres in NW Louisiana where they actively work on living as sustainable as possible.

1 Comment

  1. What a nice memory and what a blessing for you to have known her!

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