Lolly Lop and Me




 

 
This old picture in my scrapbook
Dated nineteen forty three
Takes me back to Louisiana…
Back to Lolly Lop and me.
 
She was six and I was seven…
Weren’t we a sassy sight?
We were so alike yet different..
She was black and I was white.
 
We would run around together
Though they tried to make us stop.
They could never understand it
But I so loved Lolly Lop.
 
And it really didn’t matter
What they thought about us then.
For prejudice was just a word…
Lolly Lop was my best friend.
 
We would hang around the depot
Waving to those forlorn freights.
Spend some mornings picking pecans
To sell at the rich folk’s gates.
 
We would run behind the cane trucks
Begging for some sugarcane…
And I still can see us swimming
In the ditches when it rained.
 
Sat on the banks of Bayou Teche
With an RC and moon pie
We would talk about the things we liked
As we watched the tugs drift by…
 
Like movie stars, singers, and stuff.
We talked about the Bible, too .
She said, “I’d like to live in Heaven
With sweet Jesus, wouldn’t you?”
 
I still see her broken body…
I still remember how I cried.
They could never find who beat her.
I wonder if they even tried.
 
Lolly Lop was taken from me
And it really broke my heart
To know someone had found a way
To keep us two kids apart.
 
For we ran around together
Though they tried to make us stop.
They could never understand it
But I so loved Lolly Lop.
 
And it really didn’t matter
What they thought about us then.
For prejudice was just a word…
Lolly Lop was my best friend.
 
Lovingly Presented,
Doris Jacobs-Covington
 
~~Author’s Note~~
Lolly Lop was a real kid. She wound up
with the nickname Lolly Lop because
she couldn’t pronounce her p’s and
 couldn’t say lolly pop. This is a true
story.
 
 
 
 

Acts 10:34-35

So Peter opened his mouth and said: “Truly I understand that God shows no partiality,
³⁵ but in every nation anyone who fears him and does what is right is acceptable to him

                                                                                                                               Galatians 3:2                                                                                                                                   
 

There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is no male

                   and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.