Meeting Miss Rita. (original) (raw)

My first and only meeting with Mrs. Rita Ainsworth took place on a hot and humid summer day in southeast Texas. Is there any other kind? I was about 14 years old at the time. Miss Rita was a well known madam who had owned and operated a very successful brothel in the Dixie Hotel in downtown Beaumontfor many years, and I knew of her through my father. He and his eldest brother, my Uncle Jake, were actively involved in the �rackets� in Beaumontand had a long standing business association with her. Uncle Jake was murdered in 1958, and two years after this a major effort was made to drive vice and corruption from Jefferson County by the James Commission, a state investigative unit. My father seemed to have curtailed some of his activities after this, the degree to which I don't know, and the Dixie was shut down, so far as anyone knew. Miss Rita and Aunt Thelma, known as Aunt "Teet" to me, Uncle Jake's wife, were good friends of long standing.

I was spending the day at Aunt Teet's place visiting with her and her two nieces, Nancy and Hope, from Louisiana, who were spending the summer. She continued to live on their large property in the north end of Beaumont after she was widowed. The grounds were resplendent with massively tall pine trees, the ground carpeted by years of fallen dried needles, and it was all beautifully landscaped with the prize winning camellia bushes she and Uncle Jake raised, interspersed with glorious azaleas, dogwood trees, roses and several lovely little fish ponds with large goldfish swimming in them. My brother and I used to feed them bread crumbs we had brought along on Sunday visits when we were younger. Miss Rita's property joined hers, and the two �estates� together probably covered close to a square city block, if memory serves me.

We were sitting out on the back of the property at the massively heavy cement picnic table and benches, colorful square, ceramic, inlaid tiles decorating them, and Aunt Teet was fixing our picnic lunch at the table. The menu for that day was sandwiches on Diet Rite bread, the slices so thin you could read through them, and saccharin infused, vile tasting Diet Rite Cola, a newly introduced soft drink for the diet conscious, of which I was not a member. The sandwich filling consisted of a bilious concoction of cooked, pulverized green peas, chopped celery and onion and just enough mayonnaise to gloop the pasty stuff together. I can't recall any other ingredients, but this puree of putrefaction was enough to rattle my gustatory sensibilities, and I was not a picky eater. She was always trying to get the girls to lose weight when they visited, and Heaven knows I needed to, but those sandwiches were downright revolting.

I heard Hope say �Well, hello Rita� and turned in time to hear my aunt snap �That's Miss Rita to you, missy!� Gliding through the trees was the most elegant older woman I had ever seen. By then Mrs. Ainsworth was probably nearing sixty, or thereabouts. She was wearing a full length, diaphinous lounging gown in a colorful floral print, feet shod in soft leather slippers, her makeup flawlessly applied and her hair piled high on her head and arranged in a silvery soft french twist. I had the impression that she was very tall for a woman, but that may have been my awestruck misperception. I knew immediately who she was and I would like to think my mouth wasn't gaping open. She looked at me and said �You're Willie's girl, aren't you?� which elicited my double quick �Yes, ma'am.� I was shocked that she knew who I was and flattered at the same time. She spoke with me for a couple of minutes and then said I was to come over later and swim in her pool with the girls, who had an open invitation.

When I got home that evening I told my mother all about meeting Miss Rita, and she said that she had known her when she and my father first married in the mid 1940's. They had lived in a suite of rooms in the residential part of the Dixie Hotel until they found an apartment. She told me she used to sit up and drink coffee and talk with her long into the night when my father's snoring kept her awake. Mama described her as pretty, gracious and friendly, with a keen sense of humor. Meeting her has been a nice memory for me to hang on to for all of these years.

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Frances Giles
"True Confessions and Mild Obsessions"May 9, 2013 Column
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