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Do you ever look back on your childhood and laugh at things that made you spitfire way back then?
Boy I do!
We had a preacher brethren visiting about every week. Course my sweet Mom would cook for them.
Well one appointed time, a preacher brethren came to visit and Mom got the old wood stove fired, I mean fired up and food got to bubbling, frying or baking.
This little girl couldn’t wait till dinner. We had breakfast dinner and supper, no lunch for mid Southerners – we left lunch for our Northern cousins.
If we wanted a bite to eat, we just broke the edge off of a corn pone and snatched us a fried tater or a strip of bacon or ham leftover from breakfast and hoped Pop or Mammy didn’t notice it.
Maybe we should of let the dog or cat back in. We hurried and shoveled that stolen snack down, rinsed it down with a gulp of water from the gourd in the galvanized bucket and I didn’t even look for a dead fly. Sometimes a fellows got to be swift. This was one of those times.
Getting back to the preacher and Dad, Mom and me having dinner with him. Remember lunch was not at our house, it was dinner, then supper.
Well things were going well … till I reached for the last pork chop.
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