Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe

FEBRUARY 23, 1986

Mrs. Threadgoode was enjoying the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup that Evelyn had brought and reflecting back to what seemed to be her favorite period, the time when all the trains were running past her house.

But something she had said the week before interested Evelyn, and her curiosity got the best of her.

“Mrs. Threadgoode, did you say that Idgie and Ruth had a little boy?”

“Oh yes, Stump, and you never saw a more manly little fella. Even when he lost his arm.”

“Good Lord, what happened?”

“He fell off one of the trains and had his arm cut off, right above the elbow. His real name was Buddy Threadgoode, Jr., but they called him Stump ’cause all he had left was a little stump of an arm. Cleo and I went to see him in the hospital, and he was just as brave, didn’t cry, didn’t feel sorry for himself. But then Idgie raised him that way, to be tough and take hard knocks.

“She went over to see her friend who owned the tombstone place and had him make up a baby tombstone that had carved on it:

HERE LIES BUDDY JR’S ARM

1929–1936

SO LONG OLD PAL

She put it out in the field behind the cafe, and when he got home, she took him out there and they made a big to-do about having this funeral for his arm. Everybody came. Onzell and Big George’s children, Artis and Jasper, little Willie Boy and Naughty Bird, and all the neighborhood kids. Idgie had some Eagle Scout come out there and play ‘Taps’ on the bugle.

“Idgie was the first one to start calling him Stump, and Ruth near had a fit, said it was a mean thing to do. But Idgie said it was the best thing, so nobody would call him anything about it behind his back. She thought he might as well face up to the fact that he had an arm missing and not be sensitive about it. And she turned out to be right, because you never saw anybody that could do more with one arm … why, he could shoot marbles, hunt and fish, anything he wanted to. He was the best shot in Whistle Stop.

“When he was little and there was somebody new in the cafe, Idgie would bring him in and have him tell this long, tall tale about going fishing for catfish down on the Warrior River, and he’d get them all caught up in the story and then Idgie would say, ‘How big was the catfish, Stump?’

“And he’d put out his arm, like the grown fisherman used to do to show how long the fish was, and he’d say, ‘Oh, about that big.’ And Idgie and Stump would laugh over the expressions on the people’s faces, trying to figure out how long that fish was.

“Of course, now, I’m not saying he was a saint, he had his little temper fits, just like the other little boys. But in his whole life, the only time I ever knew him to complain or be upset is that one Christmas afternoon when we were all sitting around the cafe, drinking coffee and having fruitcake, when all of a sudden he started carrying on like a crazy person, just a-mashing up all of his toys. Ruth and Idgie went in the back room where he was, and in as little time as it takes you to say ‘butter the biscuits,’ Idgie had him in his coat and out the door. Ruth was upset and worried and ran after them and asked where they were going, but Idgie said, never mind that, they would be back in a little while.

“And, sure enough, they were back in about an hour, and Stump was laughing and in a good mood.

“Years later, when he was down at my house cutting my yard, I had him come up on the porch and handed him a glass of iced tea. I said, ‘Stump, do you remember that Christmas when you got so mad and stomped your Erector set that Cleo and I gave you?’

“Well, he just laughed and said, ‘Oh Aunt Ninny’—that’s what he called me—he said, ‘Aunt Ninny, I sure do.’

“I said, ‘Where did Idgie take you that afternoon?’

“He said, ‘Aw, I cain’t tell you, Aunt Ninny, I promised I wouldn’t.’

“So I still don’t know where he went, but Idgie must have said something to him, because he never worried about his arm being missing again. He was the nineteen forty-six Champion Wild Turkey Hunter … and do you know how hard it is to shoot a wild turkey?”

Evelyn said, no, she didn’t.

“Well honey, let me tell you, you have to shoot those turkeys right between the eyes, and their heads are no bigger than my fist! Now, that’s a good shot!

“He even went on to play all kinds of sports … never let that arm stop him in any way.… And sweet. You never met a sweeter boy.

“Course, Ruth was a good mother, and he adored her. We all did. But Stump and Idgie were special. They’d take off hunting or fishing and leave us all behind. They enjoyed each other’s company more than anyone else, I guess.

“One time, I remember, Stump put a piece of pecan pie in his pocket and ruined his good pants, and Ruth was just afussin’ at him, but Idgie thought it was the funniest thing in the world.

“Now, Idgie could be rough with him. She was the one that threw him in the river when he was five, and taught him how to swim. But I tell you one thing, he never sassed his mother like some boys will do. At least not when Idgie was around. She just wouldn’t allow it. Not at all. No sir. He minded his momma, not like Onzell’s boy Artis. They couldn’t do a thing with him, could they?”

Evelyn said, “I guess not,” and noticed Mrs. Threadgoode had her dress on inside out.