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The fabric of my faithful love No power shall dim or ravel Whilst I stay here, but oh, my dear, If I should ever travel! Millay. If you've spent more than one day in Okoochee, Oklahoma, you've had dinner at Pardee's. Someone a business acquaintance, a friend, a townsman has said, "Oh, you stopping at the Okmulgee Hotel? WON derful, isn't it? Nothing finer here to the Coast.
"Read, read! That's all you do. What're you reading?" "Oh, about Italy. La bel Napoli!" She collected travel folders and often talked in their terms. In her mind she always said "brooding Vesuvius"; "blue Mediterranean"; "azure coasts"; "Egypt's golden sands." Arnold Hatch ate dinner nightly at Pardee's.
Little did I think that here, one mile from Dearbornville, father would, afterwards, buy a farm, build a large brick house, and end his days, in peace and plenty. From this point, one mile south of the little village, we were one mile from father's chosen eighty, but had to follow an Indian trail two miles, which led us to Mr. J. Pardee's. His place joined father's on the west.
Then there came a day in Albany when matters mended over night, and the Patroon most kindly commanded portraits of himself and family. It started our brief prosperity. "Other and thrifty Dutchmen now began to bargain for their portraits. We took an old house on Pearl Street, and I was sent to school at Mrs. Pardee's Academy for young ladies as a day pupil, returning home at evening.
If you're going to be here in town any time why'n't you call up there some evening before six you have to leave 'em know and get one of Pardee's dinners? Thursday's chicken. And when I say chicken I mean Well, just try it, that's all.... And for God's sake don't make a mistake and tip Maxine."
We know that she had a gift for cooking that amounted almost to culinary inspiration. Pardee's dinners became an institution in Okoochee. Mrs. Pardee cooked. Maxine served. And not even the great new stucco palaces on the Edgecombe Road boasted finer silver, more exquisite napery.
Pray what was the family occupation 'calling' I believe they say in New England. I suppose they had some calling, as they never have any 'gentlemen' in that country." Pardee's face flushed hotly. He was born among the New Hampshire hills himself. However, he answered calmly, but with a slight emphasis, "They were seafaring men, madam." "Oh, my!" cried the invalid, clapping her hands.
Pardee's you find to be a plain box-like two-story frame house in a quiet and commonplace residential district. Plainly almost scantily furnished as to living room and dining room. The dining room comfortably seats just twenty, but the Pardees "take" eighteen diners no more. This because Mrs. Pardee has eighteen of everything in silver.
There came a look into Sam Pardee's eyes. He rubbed his neat brown derby round and round with his coat sleeve. He was just going out. "Well, that's all right. I just wanted to know. Where's Max?" "She stayed late. Sam Pardee looked thoughtful a little regretful, one might almost have said.
As for the food old Clem Barstow himself, who had a chef and a butler and sent east for lobster and squabs weekly, came to Pardee's when he wanted a real meal. From the first they charged one dollar and fifty cents for their dinners. Okoochee, made mellow by the steaming soup, the savoury meats, the bland sauces and rich dessert, paid it ungrudgingly.
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