was raised hard."...
winters were so cold, the flames in the fire place would freeze
up solid! My Moma would take that frozen fire, grind it up,
can it and we'd use the frozen fire year round on our food for red
have seen the rain come down so hard, the creek would rise so high,
you could walk under the creek and stay dry! That's a fact,
I was there. In the summer it would get so hot the birds had
to use pot holders to get worms out of the ground and the cows would
roll over on their backs and give themselves milk showers for relief.
too's a fact, I'd never bend the truth about something like that.
My Granddaddy said "It ain't worth talking If'n you're gonna tell
the truth," and Grandma said, "Tell the truth but tell it slant."
I was so ugly as a baby the family cat tried to cover me up and the
old hound dog would look at me and run outside and eat grass."
I live in a big city now but I was raised in a small town. Last
time I visited my home town, Pocomoke, the most exciting event was
dumpster diving. They just had finished installing a polished
oak dumpster with glass sidings so you could window shop before diving.
Pocomoke is so small if you stood on a hill overlooking Pocomoke
you could overlook Pocomoke. The last digit in the zip code
is a fraction.