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Waterwomen Way

In the gray light of Weems, before the sun would climb, Grandma Edna put on her rubber boots one more time. Long overcoat buttoned, scarf tied round her head, Grabbed her shucking bag, knives sharp, snack for the dread. An empty quart jar for today's supper inside, Headed out the door where the cold wind cried. Rain or shine, snow or hard wind blow, She walked johns neck road to Warwick and Ashburn's glow. Oh, oyster shuckin and jivin, survivin and thrivin, Grandma Edna and her sister Winnie, side by side thrivin'. Few dollars in her pocket, poverty's tight hold, But they kept on shuckin', turnin shell to gold. Waterwoman's way, hard as the bay's deep blue, Edna, Winnie, Myrtle too, oyster shuckin and jivin, survivin and thrivin, just gettin through. At Warwick and Ashburns, the tables stretched long, Oysters piled high in the early mornin song. Knives flashin' quick, shells crackin' like thunder, Laughter and stories mixin' with the salty wonder. Sister Winnie right there, steady as the tide, They'd sing and they'd joke, keep the rhythm alive. Up the hill Myrtle waited, preparing Sandy's lunch, as planned. Half the house was kin, family worked, hand in hand. Oh, oyster shuckin and jivin, survivin and thrivin, Grandma Edna and her sister Winnie, side by side thrivin'. Few dollars in her pocket, poverty's tight hold, But they kept on shuckin', turnin' shell to gold. Waterwoman's way, hard as the bay's deep blue, Edna, Winnie, Myrtle too— Shuckin', jivin', just gettin' through. Her man was gone too soon, their boat, Lillian C. Cooper, Took him to Baltimore, he didn't come back the same, Hospital walls. he was robbed in the dark of night, Mortally wounded,left her in sorrow's fight. Now that buy boat was tied up outside the oyster door, Sold to Warwick and Ashburn, he don't sail no more. Work and family tangled like nets in the tide, Life was hard, but love and labor never died. Through the frost and the wind, through the ache in her hands, She'd fill that quart jar, make her quiet stand. For the kids, for the kin, for the bay that she knew, Grandma shucked on,strong, steady, and true. Oh, oyster shuckin and jivin, survivin and thrivin, Grandma Edna, Winnie, the sisters arrivin'. In the cold Weems mornin', they'd rise and they'd go, To Warwick and Ashburns, where the cold waters flow. Waterwoman's way, tough as the shell they would break, But their hearts kept beatin' for family's sake. oyster shuckin and jivin, survivin and thrivin, the waterwoman's way.