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Blackberry days I can still remember the cool, early summer morning trips to the blackberry patch. My brothers and sister and I would be in the patch by daylight, so we could fill our buckets and be home before the sun got too hot. I remember how the morning dew would soak our pants legs. We would pick until our buckets were full. We would always let Mama have all she wanted. We knew when supper time came we would have her delicious pies baked in her wood cook stove oven. She made jam for those cold winter mornings and canned some for pies. After she used what she needed we would go from house to house selling the rest for 50 cents a gallon. The rest of the day was spent playing in the woods. We made our own swimming pool by damming up a stream that flowed through a beautiful meadow where we spent a lot of time. We played hide and seek, tag and made playhouses. We had picnics in the meadow, and we would pick flowers for Mama. We never had a dull minute during our childhood summers. Betty B. Bass, Statesville, EnergyUnited |
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