“I Love Little Pussy”

This post was written by Friday blogger Annie Reid.

Bet you’re wondering what that’s about, eh? That’s what we call a teaser in this biz.

Before we get on to the important literary news of the day, I’ve got something important to talk about, and that thing is Christian ventriloquism. Maud posted earlier this week about the emergence of Christian mimes in our time, and it put me in mind of my old poker buddy back in Austin, who used to talk about his own kin, the Christian ventriloquists, and their mission to bring God to children by re-animating frightening hand puppets and mumbling through closed lips. I always thought Minnie and Vinnie, bless their little wooden hearts*, were a bit of a one-off.

Turns out that it’s hard to throw a stick without hitting a Christian ventriloquist right in the kisser. But the most famous Christian ventriloquist dummy of all was a wee wooden gal named “Little Marcy”. And she put out records! You can read all about the legend of Little Marcy here. But better yet, listen to Little Marcy sing such hits as “Devil, Devil Go Away” and, of course, “I Love Little Pussy”. (Get your stinking minds out of the filthy gutter, people. This is a lit blog!)

*Just for the record, I can verify that when I lived in Texas “bless their hearts” was the standard prefacing to an extensive cataloging of said heart-holder’s faults. But when I lived in Cleveland, the standard intro was “Love her to death, but…” Is that, you think, a key difference between the South and the Midwest?


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