The little light flicked by the shacks door and when it went out... A knock on the door... Already afraid of that day... The two men that were drunk as cooter brown was at our door... They ran off the bridge down the big tall hill from home... Daddy got up to help them... When he returned home I said ,that was the guys me and puddy were afraid of.... Why did you not tell me that Donnie? I said, We were afraid of their menace ways.... Mrs. Alma saved the day and took us home... She said, if those fellows come back ... Run as fast as both of you can to my house but come through the woods...Sweet memories of Mr. Bill and Mrs. Alma.. She was a saint to us that day... It does take a village to raise a child.. Me and brother hid in the corn crib until our family was home .. Memories of Deep South 1960s..
Posted on: Thu, 26 Jun 2014 17:33:52 +0000
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