Scratching Around In The Dirt
I don't remember this but I have heard it several time over the years.
The house that we lived in on Cotton Street in Commerce had four rooms and a bath, a large wide hallway and a screened in front porch. With five kids playing out in the yard it was hard for the grass to grow.
My older siblings had put me down in the yard to play and I got to rolling around in the dirt. It didn't take long in the Georgia red clay until I started to favor a little piglet.
My siblings got to looking for me and had passed over me several times because of the covering of dirt until finally one of them saw me crawling up the hill and then they picked me up.
It must have been fun because I am still here today to tell it.
Palmer Waters
