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A week with Aunt Polly & a rattler My sister, Peg, and I both went to Girl Scout camp near our home for a week’s stay with moms from our neighborhood. This was Peg’s first year to stay away from home in the woods, and she was a little shaky. Going to see “Aunt Polly” was one of the worst parts for all of us. “Aunt Polly” was the outhouse—full of wasps, snakes and quite a stinker. Peg was forced to visit “Aunt Polly” late one night, and while getting her PJs back on she bumped her special, brand-new Girl Scout flashlight, and it rolled into the hole. You could hear her for miles! She wasn’t scared to come back in the dark. She was mad! The next morning, she was most insistent that one of the moms should get her flashlight back from “Aunt Polly.” That didn’t happen, of course. It was the same day I was demonstrating how to hold a baby timber rattler right behind the head when it turned its head and bit my finger. That was the end of the week for both of us, and I’m sure some of the moms were glad. Julia Book | Candler |
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