Joe was the love of my life-he died in the featherbed with me in his arms! We met in Bienville Square on a Sunday afternoon. He asked me to stroll, and by the evening, he was hooked! Other widows say it was my biscuits that killed him, but they are just jealous of the attention Joe gave me-he really and truly loved me the best!.
No matter what all these hussies say, I am & always was his favorite! But I was not always a prim and proper lady. With a name like Scarlet, Joe had to keep me under wraps constantly, because I am a spitfire! I continue to be one, though I am a lonely widow. Boo Hoo!
I am a dispenser of warm garters-much to Joe's consternation. He was quite vexed when I lifted my skirt to allow a gentleman to appropriate one of my garters.I could hear his groaning from the grave! I shudder, but that didn't stop me because I am really lonely. I miss Joe, but I continue to sew garters yearly. They are definitely to honor my Joe in my own special way!
I was Joe's favorite, even though I wasn't his first wife. I am the smallest of all his wives, but he always said dynamite comes in small packages-we are talking TNT! I sure miss our explosive times together.
I was his REAL GEM. He wore a pearl stick pin on his tie just to remember me, because I was so sweet to him. Joe and I loved to dance in the parlor-real close
Y'all know that Joe loved me best! Joe and I spent many evenings together, sitting beside the blooming azaleas on the porch. Every Spring when they bloom I get a little sad for the loss of my dear Joe. I perk right up when I think about how deluded the other widows are-they really think they were his favorites. If they would slow down on drinking those Mimosas, they would all realize that I was Joe's favorite!
Joe picked me as his favorite. You will hear others say they were his favorite but don't believe them. I kept Joe happy during his declining years. We both disliked those damn Yankees who invaded our beautiful South.
I hail from Georgia, and I was, without a doubt, Joe's favorite. Joe used to say that I was just as sweet and juicy as those fine peaches he used to enjoy eating out of the palm of my hand. Just thinking about it makes me miss him even more, but I have to go on to keep his memory alive and to celebrate the time I did have with him.
I was the peach of Joe's eye, there was no greater romance than ours. Joe was inspired by me to celebrate life, and that led to Mardi Gras being reborn....I will always love you Joe! We will keep your memory alive, sugar! Rest in peace!
I was one of Joe's younger wives. All those children we had, were enough to prove I was his favorite! I remember when those dreadful Yankees tried to dampen our spirits. Joe and I got out in the streets and showed everyone how to have a party! He lived and he loved only the best! Here's a toast to you Joe, you will never be forgotten!
I was the comfort and joy of Joe's later years-saving and protecting him from the torments of those harpies-the OTHER wives. My devotion to him never waivers-and woe be to her who says different! I love you Joe!
I am Magnolia, the flower of Joe's eye. Of course he picked me right off as his favorite, and exclaimed over my beauty. He loved me best because I was the sweetest. I miss you terribly Joe.
Joe was my first and last love. I was a young wife and boy did I knock his socks off! Every day to be exact. I miss his lovin’ and his humor. I miss the hugs and the late night strolls in Downtown Mobile. We Widows may fight over his affection but I know how Joe loved me best. Every Joe Cain Day, I honor my Joe by having a drink (or two, three, four, five…) in honor of him. Salute!
I was Joe's favorite. We would go down to Mobile Bay and watch the stars. Joe use to say my eyes had more sparkle than the stars above. Everyone knew I was his favorite and that when they were looking for the the state flower. The Govenor said I know the perfect flower Joe's sweetie "Camellia". Love you and miss you Joe!
Favorite, favorite, whatever all this talk about favorites bores me. Have you ever heard the ole saying “save the best for last”, that’s me, alright. Joe would always wait until after dinner and we would go curl up on the patio and I would roll up some of his favorite tobacco so he could have an after dinner smoke and drink of course. Bourbon was his favorite then, especially with his pipe tobacco. He could always count on me to have what he needed.
My Native American name "Mahalia" is what first attracted Joe to me, but after he got to know me, he knew that I was the one that was always ready to party and raise Cain!...Hell Yeah, he loved me best!