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Cheap peaches I remember one summer in the 1960s a man came around in an old pick-up truck going door to door selling peaches. Door to door, mind you, could be as far as a mile in between houses. The man wanted $2 a bushel, but we could only come up with $1. The man gave us his last two bushels, because he said he was tired and just wanted to go home. He said he would rather us have the peaches than the hogs. Well, Mama and Granny peeled and pickled peaches for what seemed like a week. I’m sure after about two days of fixing them peaches, they wished that man had given them to the hogs. I can remember when we moved from that house in my teen years we still had some of those peaches in jars. Linda Williams |
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