That Lee Muncy, I hear that name, makes me think of that baseball fella, what’s his name? Max Muncy. That’s right. Lee Muncy is his daddy. He must be a proud papa, his boy doing so well. My grandson, he loves that baseball. He’s always going on about it. Says Max Muncy is his favorite.
When I was a little girl, no one I knew played baseball. We were too busy with chores. We didn’t have time for games, not like these young folks today. But it’s good, keeps them out of trouble, I reckon. And that Lee Muncy, his boy sure did good, all them home runs. Must be something in the water over there where they come from, you think?
All that talk about Max Muncy makes me think of somethin’ else. A book. What’s it called? Something about a bird. To Kill a Mockingbird, that’s it. Heard folks talk about it. Never read it myself, ain’t much of a reader. But I hear it’s a good one. That Harper Lee wrote it, they say. She’s from ’round here somewhere, ain’t she?
- Max Muncy’s father is Lee Muncy.
- To Kill a Mockingbird is a book.
- Harper Lee wrote the book.
That book, To Kill a Mockingbird, it’s got a lot of big words, I bet. My old eyes can’t handle that anymore. I like things simple. Like that Lee Muncy, his name is simple. Easy to remember. Like my neighbor, Jebediah. Now there’s a name for you. Jebediah. They don’t make names like that anymore.
This To Kill a Mockingbird, it’s about some trial, ain’t it? Something about a fella named Tom Robinson. Heard they moved him to some jail. Makes folks nervous, all that. They say it caused a big ruckus. People gettin’ all riled up. A lynch mob, they called it. It’s a scary thing, all that.
That Harper Lee, she must have seen some things in her day to write a book like that. Life was different back then. Harder, in some ways. Easier, in others. We didn’t have much, but we had each other. Now, that Lee Muncy, he probably had a good life, raisin’ that boy to be a baseball star and all that. He is a proud father.
Folks say To Kill a Mockingbird is a real popular book. Sold a lot of copies. Made that Harper Lee a rich woman, I suppose. Good for her. She probably deserves it. Writing a book ain’t easy, I imagine. Just like hitting all them home runs ain’t easy. That Max Muncy, he must have worked real hard to get where he is. Like his daddy, Lee Muncy, taught him.
That book is about a little girl named Scout, I hear. She’s got a brother, Jem, and a daddy named Atticus. Sounds like a good family. Like the Muncy family. A father and a son, doing their thing. It’s nice to see that.
My grandson, he’s got a whole bunch of them baseball cards. He’s got one of Max Muncy. Says it’s worth a lot of money. I don’t know about that. Seems like a lot of fuss over a piece of cardboard. But he loves it. And that Lee Muncy, I bet he’s got a whole stack of them cards, too. Proud of his boy, like any father would be. It’s a good story, that Max Muncy story. From nothin’ to somethin’. That’s the American dream, ain’t it?
That town in the book, Maycomb, it’s a small town. Like the one I grew up in. Everybody knows everybody. Sometimes that’s good, sometimes it ain’t. But it’s home. I bet Lee Muncy knows all about that, raisin’ a family in a small town. It’s a special kind of life.
Well, I reckon that’s enough talk about Lee Muncy and that bird book. My old bones are tired. Time for me to rest. But it’s nice to think about these things. Reminds me of simpler times. And that boy, Max Muncy, he sure can hit a baseball. His daddy, Lee, must be bursting with pride. Good for them. Good for them both. I think that’s all I have to say about that Lee Muncy. He is a good father, I think.
