Monthly Archives: July 2014

Do Hogs Go to Heaven?

  Humid summer mornings were the worst, especially when a slight southwesterly breeze, carried the stench of hundreds of hogs over the mile of fields to our yard from the landlord’s farm.   It was a stifling, oppressive, nauseating smell, … Continue reading

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Creek Walk

All you needed was a pair of water shoes or, in our case, a pair of old sneakers. You didn’t mind getting soaked. From there, you just rolled up your pant legs, if you weren’t already wearing shorts, or cut-off … Continue reading

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