Once he started his shucking, I made a pot of coffee and hustled down the hill to bring him a cup. As I was making the hike, I watched him. He would grab a large shell, shake it and then proceed to open it. This process is done with an rounded tip knife but it was not that that caught my interest. It was the little, lopsided bench where he was sitting that amused me. Most folks would probably be even a mite leery about sitting on the thing but it is actually quite sturdy. The shucking bench is a homemade thing about a foot wide and nearly three feet long. It is made of whatever salvaged wood that is readily available and slopes precariously to one side. City folk might think this is trash but ask any of the locals and they would agree that these benches are almost required as "lawn furniture"! All of the "old timers" had their own special touches added to the bench. Some have "L" shaped stops added to the top. This feature allows the shucker to brace the shell tightly when forcing the knife between the shell halves. Other benches do not have this feature as the shucker depends entirely on their strength to brace the shell.
The old bench sits out in the weather year round. It has weathered blistering heat, freezes, hail storms and hurricanes. During Hurricane Katrina, the bench was washed far, far away from its usual spot under the old, oak tree. The shucking bench is grubby and battered but it still provides an essential service. It is still useful. It is and will be a part of our place as long as Mark is able to open those oysters!
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