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Originally Posted by Pocahontas
Okay Pie was your first pie a mud one? I can so remember sitting out under a big ole oak tree on my great grandmother's farm in Simsboro making those mud pies. It was fun getting dirty. We also went swimming in the pond and played in the barn in piles of hay and no telling what else. And yes I even fired a gun at some bottles and cans. The noise scared me to death though.
Ma bathed us at night in some kind of aluminum tub due to a shortage of well water. Thanks for jarring my memory on this thread! See I'm not a total city slicker...my mom's family were country folks!  |
Is I did the mud pie thing, I can relate to the bath. My dad's dad was from Newellton in Tensas parish. Their house was in the sticks, dirt road, surrounded by cotton fields.They had an out house and we took our baths in a number 3 wash tub on the back step in front of the world. They also had well water, these kids of today would not have faired well back then. We slept at night at night with the window open [ it had no screen on it[, there was no air conditioner. One night we were asleep and a cat jumped through the window and landed in the bed with us. About made all of us have a heart attack, especially whe we could hear the panthers hollering in the field around the house. Funny what simple times those were, except for hoeing or picking cotton.