Eons ago when I was Youn, One of my cousins and I used to spend a couple of weeks on my Great Grand Mothers farm down in Galina Kans. She lived down the road from a remnant of the Younger family–you know the Younger the Coles and the James boys. Not next door, nest door was about a mile away and was an abandoned cole mine. across the road was miles and miles of berry bushes and katarpa trees.  So the nearest neighbors were way up the road.  every now and then you would see them going by on their horse drawn wagon and wave.

Any who,  everynight cuz and I slept on a home made mattress that was stuffed with feathers and who knows what else. When you got into bed, where you landed is where you stayed.  That mattress enveloped your body like strawbwwrries in half set jello.  And we recieved continuous acupuncture from the feathers and what have you.

 Every morning as cuz and I waited to be pulled up out of bed, we lay there counting the pin holes in the cieling as the rising sun spotlighted them and listened to the various country noises.  Mamma Eve would be outside chopping wood and her daughter would be calling the animals to come and get fed.  So every morning we would hear the same resound echoing through the house– Chop, sueeeeeeee!  chop  Sueeeeeeee!  Chop,  Sueeeeeee

Y’all have a real  nice day ya hear