There were two ladies that I came in contact often whom I was very scared of.  They were (how do I phrase this?)   Huge, old, slightly 'different'.  They both walked everywhere they went. One of them walked up the road every morning while we were standing at the school bus stop.  She usually just went on by not even glancing at us, which suited us just fine.  This one morning she stopped right in front of us and just stood there looking at us. We were probably shaking so hard our teeth were rattling.  As usual, Brenda grabbed hold of my coat tail and held on.  She whispered, Clydene whats she'a'gonna do.  Shhh! Brenda, be real quiet and still, maybe she wont see us.  Now how stupid was that thought? Of course she saw us!  And boy did we see her. I guess because of her size and age she wheezed and grunted as she walked along. Well here she was wheezin' and gruntin' and splutterin' so close to us that we imagined we saw fire coming out of her mouth and ears just like a dragon.  Clydene we better run. Yep, lets go. She was standing there taking up the space we needed to use to head out and so we started backin' up.  She spoke. The first time we had ever heard her voice and let me tell you that put the fire in our britches and we backed up fast. Brenda its a witch, it's a witch. Brenda froze in her tracks and she had a death grip on my coat tail so I didn't move as fast as I wanted to.  Brenda, turn loose of me, come on.   well Brenda just got a tighter hold on my coat and wrapped her other arm around my neck. Now I was splutterin' and gruntin' worse than that lady was.  About that time we heard water runnin'. we looked and there was a big stream of water comin' down from under her long dress and hittin' the ground. There were little muddy droplets bouncin' up from the ground and steam comin' up with it.  "SHE'S A FIXIN' TO BLOW FIRE OUTTA HER DRESS BRENDA, COM'ON.  By then Brenda was shaking so hard she turned loose of me about the time I pushed her backwards. We both went sprawlin' backwards right in to the ditch behind us head over heals. Brenda went in first and me right on top of her in to the ditch about half full of cold water.  Heck we didn't even feel the cold water. Brenda got hold of me again and almost choked  me to death. I threw my arm backwards and hit her right in the mouth. She had a loose tooth and that dad burned thing got its self pulled right then. She still didn't turn loose of me, she was moaning and groaning and almost sounded as bad as that lady did. We were flat scared outta' our ever lovin' goards!!   Well that lady just finished up her steamin on the road and looked once at us and grunted and puffed on up the road like she didn't see us shakin' there in that ditch.  We heard the bus honkin' as we tore out down the road toward home. We liked to have never  made our Mama's understand that there was a fire blowin' kid eatin' witch up there and it pushed us in a ditch and flew off on its broom.  It took our Mama's even longer to make us understand what had really happened.  Seems they knew about the lady and she did that all the time. Just stopped when the urge hit her and let the fire fly, so to speak.  She didn't come that way again while we were standing there and one day Mama said that the lady had fallen up on the corner and broke her hip. It took 4 strong men to load the poor thing in the back of a pickup in the rain and haul her to the hospital. She never walked again to my knowledge. I feel so sorry about what happened to her now, but at the time I was about as scared as I ever had been before or maybe since.  I kid you not, I'm sittin' here almost shakin' outta the chair right now just remembering it.  Scared the stuffins outta me!!!!  Hey I gotta go to the bathroom  right now. Yep, good thing Brenda don't have her grip on me now. I'd have'ta take her  with me. YEP!!!

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A couple of boys came to our door yesterday and asked if we had any work for them. That was sad to me. They said their Parents sent them.  I know the Parents and I see them working and hiring others to help them. These boys just ride up and down the road all day on their motor bikes. When did things change so drastically. I figure the Parents can't get much work out of these boys and have to hire help. Then they send them to neighbors begging for work for us to pay them when we probably couldn't get any work out of them either.   Brenda and I and our Brothers worked at home. If we worked anywhere else Daddy took us with him to pick strawberries, cotton, cucumbers, peas, peaches, grapes, ect. We bought school clothes with this money. We still worked at home. It was our home too my Daddy told us and we were expected to contribute. Thats just the way it was. We didn't even question it. No allowance. Heck I didn't know what that was.  We gathered eggs, Fed the Chickens and hogs, fed the horse that daddy used to plough with, hoed the garden,gathered the produce and helped put it away for the winter. I remember helping Mama carry no. two washtubs full of veggies from the garden. Then shuck, snap, peel, wash and cook. Then put it in jars and can it in a pressure cooker for winter. Girls helped clean house, wash the clothes on an old wringer washer, hung them on the line, brought them in when they were dry and sprinkled them and ironed everything.  The boys pushed the old lawn mower which was just that, a push mower with no motor. I'm sure some of you will remember them, cut weeds with a big blade with a sharp hook and long handle. You swung the blade against the weeds and it cut them. I can't remember what they were called. They milked the cow and any other thing daddy needed their help on.   What in the world is going on now!  No respect for Parents, teachers or anyone in authority.  It is so sad. We were taught these things. We were diciplined when we needed it, and we needed it.  We were not handed everything on a silver platter we earned it.  What in the world will those two boys do when they must be out on their own? I shudder to think.   We had a carefree life and a simple one but we learned what must be done to survive with diginty in this wicked world of today. We had lots of fun and happiness with hardly anything at all.  I feel sorry for some of the young people in the world today. They've really got it rough!!!

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I talked to a couple of my school classmates just recently. We talked about School days of course. The conversation got on our First Grade teacher, Miss Sallie.  There are conflicting memories but I just have my memories so that's all I can relate to.  Miss Sallie had been a very gifted and educated teacher in her time. She was old as dirt I think and her mind tended to wander. My friend Ruby says she just loved Miss Sallie to pieces. My friend Tommy and I both remember her being very weird. My first grade was tramatic any way you look at it with me bawling every day and Brenda across the hall wettin' her pants.  I had plenty of adventures but today it's Miss Sallie I'm focusing on.   Miss Sallie had a big knot of hair that hung kinda' hap'hazzardly on the side of her head. Probably was supposed to be on top but I think it slipped. She had big thick glasses that made her eyes look big and buggy. I dont remember much teachin' going on. She told us stories. She would take her desk chair and move it in the middle of the floor near our desks. She told stories like, Jack and The Beanstalk, The Three Little Pigs and other children stories of the time. I don't remember her telling them the way I heard them from my Parents, or anywhere else for that matter. She just scared the ever'lovin' stuffins' out of me. I was so sure her stories were all true and factual. The one story I remember her telling that wasn't any I ever heard then or since then was just horrifying to me.   She said that when she got ready for bed each night a little elf, that lived in her watch, jumped out and hopped around her bed and chattered and giggled. Then she said when she got ready to come to school the next morning the little elf got back in her watch and stayed there all day. She would take that little gold watch off and put it up to her ear and listen.  We got to listen too if we dared, which I did, and of course the watches ticked then. Sooo! The elf took form ,at least in my mind it did, and became reality. The one time I told someone about it they laughed at me and called me a liar. Guess I told the wrong person.  Miss Sallie never married and lived with her Mother next door in the house she was probably  raised in.  She took us over there all the time and I was just scared spitless. I couldn't really remember but I thought her Mom was still there and My Friend Tommy confirmed that she indeed was. I got a clear picture from his description of her. Solid white hair pulled up on her head in a not too tidy bun.  Kinda big and has long hairs growing out of her chin.  That old house as I remember it was like the story of Hansel and Grettle that Miss Sallie had told us. So Of course the lady was the witch in the story as far as I was concerned. I hated going over there but My Friend Ruby told me she just loved going. I remember one day I said to my friend Billie, lets run and we started to do just that but Miss Sallie saw us and told us, Come on now girls, we are having an adventure, there is more to learning than books.  Well for my part of that I'd rather have been back where the books were!  I just knew that little elf was lurking around there getting ready to jump on my back and chatter in my ears and I sure didn't want that. The house was dark, drab, and musty smelling to me. Horrible Horrible Horrible. Now I realize now that Miss Sallie must have taught us something, that is just not the part I remember. Surely to Goodness we learned, at least some of us did. As I remember there were about 15 in our first grade class but 9 of us is all that made it to the second grade. And it was us 9 for the next 11 years. We graduated in 1962 and we aint any of us no dummy. We had to of learned. That was Miss Sallies last year to teach. The next year Miss Bonnie was the first grade teacher.  Miss Bonnie had never married either. Sometimes I think those were the smartest people but they were weird to me then and still are. Yep my first grade of school was certainly a big adventure. But I did ok. No worse for the wear. Yep  did pretty good I'd say. YEP

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Daddy always raised a hog for winter meat. Usually he and Brenda's Daddy got together and helped each other on their hogs. But this one year both of them were working in the coal mines in Oklahoma and they hired a man to do it for them. He brought some people with him and of course Brenda and I and the boys were there to watch. No need to explain the procedure to the ones who already know about killing hogs and I doubt the rest of you really want to know.  I'll just say it was a bloody job.  These men were German and lived on what we called Catholic hill, the reason being that the big beautiful Catholic Church sat atop the Hill and looked down on the town of Altus. Hence, CATHOLIC HILL.   Anyway this old man did a few things different than we did. First thing was they drank some of the blood and saved some for blood puddin' Yep, sure did.  I nudged Brenda and said lets ask for a drink of that. YEWWW Clydene I aint'a gonna drink blood. Well I am I said.  I asked if I could have a drink and (i'll call him Frank) said, Are you sure? Yep I'm sure. Then go ask your Mama first. If she says OK then I don't care.  How does it taste? Sweet he said. OH Boy I sure nuff' liked sweets. Come on Brenda Lets go ask.  Mama said no don't do that I'm afraid it will make you sick. But Mama. No buts you just do as I say.  Well shoot fire I said to Brenda, Im'a gonna' get me a drink of it anyway. Well Frank probably knew that Mama would say no cause he said you girls better not try it.  Well Heck, I wanted a drink of that pretty sweet red blood. ( i gag just thinking about it now) The blood for the puddin' was in a white bucket. The men had drank right out of the bucket so By Golly I could to. RIGHT? WRONG! Brenda come on and help me. No Clydene I said I aint'a gonna' do it. You don't have to drink none just help me hold the bucket. NO! Clydene you better not. Shut up Brenda and come help me. You Shut up Clydene. Of course Brenda did help me. Brenda take hold of the bottom of the bucket and help me hold it up to my mouth. When she started up to my mouth we both spotted the tattle tail boys running likity' split' toward the house. Hurry Brenda there a gonna tell. No Clydene don't do it. To which I jerked the bucket up to my mourh, Brenda turned loose and I not only got a drink of blood but I got a blood bath. Yep, the bucket was on my head like a big hat comin' down over my face and Brenda took off.  Little traitor took off home as fast as she could go and left me there with a bucket on my head and that sticky stinky blood all over me. Brenda's Brother and My Brother Norman both took off with Brenda and left me to face Mama alone.  It was chilly outside then being early fall so Mama took me to the back porch and cleaned me up the best she could. Then she heated water for a warm bath which felt great. When I was finally clean and dry I got a blisterin' on my backside and I threw up like a buzzard. Nope, Don't want no blood puddin, and no sweet blood to drink ever again.  I spilt' the man's puddin' blood too which I had to tell him I was sorry for doing.  Frank was laughing so hard at me  he could hardly answer. By then Brenda,her Mama and the boys were back and they all laughed till they cried. HECK! Weren't funny to my way of thinkin'.  I think I need to vomit so excuse me Please!!!  SHOULDA LISTENED  YEP SURE SHOULDA' LISTENED!!!

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I have curly hair and I've always hated it. Never could do anything with it. When everyone started wearing long pony tails I couldn't wear one. My very curly hair would just squirm out of the band I used to hold it.  We heard about some girls ironing their hair and making it perfectly straight. I wantd that for mine so of course I drafted Brenda's help. We heated the iron and I put my hair over the board and she started ironing. Seemed to be working too but all at once she touched my ear with the hot iron and I squealed bringing Mama running. WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU TWO DOING SHE HOLLERED. Mama I want my hair to be straight I said. No you sure do not Mama said. But Mama, No Buts put that iron up. Oh my gosh Brenda look at this, I have one streak of straight hair. I can't leave it like this. We have to get the rest done.  Well if at first you don't succeed, try, try, again. Aint that what Grandma always said? Sure was.  Were'a goin' to Brenda's Mama. Ok behave yourselves your Auntie don't feel good today. Oh yeaw, we knew that. Brenda had done told me her Mama was sleeping. Yep. Now we wouldn't be interupted while we finished our ironing. YEP!!  We went in and stayed very quiet. Got the iron and set up the board. Brenda turn it up all the way so it will work faster. Well those ol' irons got very hot. VERY VERY HOT!  When it heated up I laid down my hair again and Brenda went to work. Now Brenda don't touch my ear this time, be more careful. Shut up Clydene, we have to be quiet. Well you'd sure better not burn me again. Clydene be still or I will. Brenda hurry up I can't stand this way all day. Shut up!  You shut up! There I stood slightly bent with my hair draped over that board. Turn your head over the other way. When I turned my head my hair from the other side dropped down over my eyes and nose. Brenda I smell smoke. No you don't Clydene shut up.  Brenda my hair is in my face and it tickles and it stinks. (I can almost smell it now)  We were beginning to get loud and I was squirmin'. Brenda touched my cheek with the iron and I kicked out and hit her on the ankle, she jerked and burned my hand with the iron and the  race was on, the jig got jagged, and two girls hit the floor kicking and scratchin' and screamin'. My Auntie ran in and said what is burning. OH MY GOD WHAT IN THE WORLD, WHAT ARE YOU BURNIN'. Nothin' Auntie/Mama we yelped. Auntie jerked us up and got a look at me and socked my head down in a bucket of water. I come up splutterin and cryin'. My face ear and hand hurt and when I reached to wipe the wet hair outta' my face a big hunk of hair came right out in my hand. Seems my hair had almost started flamin' and probably would'a if Auntie hadn'ta almost drowned me.  Mama cried when she saw my hair then she absolutely blistered my butt till it burned as bad as my face. Brenda got a spankin' too though I really didn't figure she shoulda' cause it was my idea and my hair.  We were 12 at the time and thought we knew everything. Everybody else was doing it so why couldn't we> HUH WHY!!? My hair was cut almost like a boys hair so I sure didn't wear a pony tail for a while. In fact I never could wear a pony tail. My hair is still curly and frizzy and I have learned to deal with it. Sure don't want my hair ironed again. NOPE, and I sure nuff' don't want Brenda ironing it. NO WAY NO HOW   NOPE!!!

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I was in a store yesterday and saw rows and rows of candy labeled Happy Halloween.  When I was growing up we had a similiar celebration but nothing like "trick or treat". We didn't go in for ghosts and goblins and witches. Just not a part of halloween then. We didn't run up to doors in droves and holler "TRICK OR TREAT". When we were very young. Older kids would walk with us around a couple of  what is called blocks now. Just dirt roads then and we walked up each one.  People who wanted to would invite us in and give us a treat which was usually a piece of fruit or homemade cake or pie, and sometimes even a popcorn ball. YUMMY! When we got old enough to walk in a group and walk farther from home it was still the same. At least till one night when some, (now how do I be nice about this,) honery boys who lived near by wanted to do  things like we had been hearing about kids doing elsewhere.  They started following us and wanting us to walk with them. Well I'm not mentioning any names here but they were bullies. They thought everyone was scared of them. We had been raised across the way from them and we just were not afraid of them.  They started cutting down trees across the road, turning over toilets, turning out chickens, things like that.   I think Brenda and I were about 10 at the time and we got tired of them. HECK FIRE ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!  We came up with a plan to scare the pants off them.  It was very dark on the road which was lined with big trees on each side. Not much light got through.   Brenda and I got in a ditch (seems we were awfully fond of ditches back then) and waited. We had found a piece of pipe of some kind about the size of a gun barrell. We had it and an old bucket and some large rocks.  We were behind a house where we figured they would be turning the out house over.  Now Brenda get ready I hear em comin', She was ready. In fact I think she enjoyed it all as much as I did that time. She usually tried to talk me out of things she was scared to do.   The boys came up the road and started heaving on the back of the outhouse which was not an easy task. We sneaked out of the ditch, I stuck the pipe in one back and Brenda dropped a big rock in the bucket. Oh my Gosh let me tell you those boys started trying to run at the same time hollerin' and screamin' Please Mr (no name) don't shoot PLEASE!!  We said not a word but I poked the pipe in the biggest bullies back again and he came unglued. Stood right there and wet his pants and cried like a baby. Brenda dropped another rock in the bucket for good measure and I poked the pipe at another one of them and we took off running and giggling and saying pee-pee-pants pee-pee pants, giggle- giggle- giggle- he's a big baby pee-pee pants, giggle giggle. Clydene ther'a'gonna kill us! No they aint I said cause Im'a'gonna tell Daddy on them. I knew they were a little bit afraid of my Daddy, though I can't understand why except maybe somethin' I'd said in the past, like maybe he was Indian and knew how to scalp people. Do ya think that mighta been it? Anyway they knew who we were because the next morning when Daddy went out to the toilet he said he could see where it had been turned over and then someone had set it back up. Now who do you recon coulda' done that??  Guess we made a believer outta them cause they sure wasn't taking any chances with my Daddies toilet. NOSIREEE. Those boys did grow to respect my Daddy when they found out what a nice gentle man he really was. I never did cotton to them though. Nope, they just never grew out of being a bully. But that night by golly we sure took em' down a notch. YEP!!!

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We grew up poor. We had most essentials but shoes were not as essential as they are now. I looked out yesterday at the carpet of lush green grass and thought to myself. Now Self, Wouldn't you just love to feel that green grass under you feet again. Yep I sure would. The first thing I did wrong was step outside the door barefoot because right outside the door the ground is covered with gravel. Folks, not only does my mind not work well anymore but my feet never will work well again after stepping down in that hard gravel. And I wanted to wiggle my toes in that grass so bad that I just went on through the gravel to get to it. STUPID!!! And when my poor feet hit the grass  what should I step in (ON RATHER) but a dad burned ol mean ol red wasp. OOOHHH my Gosh that hurt. No other open doors to get back in the house so here I go back through the gravel to get inside. I can relate to anyone who says, OH MY POOR ACHING FEET ,TODAY BY GOLLY YEP I CAN. Well I said all that to come to this!  We went bare foot all summer when we were growing up. We had a pair of Church Shoes that were white. Always white. When school started we got a pair of School shoes which were always black. If you are thinkin' why just white or black. Well I'll tell ya" I don't really know. Anyway the rest of the time we were barefooted. Yep, even in the winter. And we were not always sick and snotty nosed either. NOPE, We were tough. Which brings me to the rest of the story. Brenda and I asked one day if we could walk over to Hall Parks' Store. We each had a nickle to spend. Now that would buy a lot of candy. Penny candy to be exact. Hall would  take a sack and put his big hand down in that candy box and fill up that little sack and we would be on our way. Boy howdy now we were in hog heaven. On the way back one day we decided to wade the ditches. That ol' dirt road (no gravel, just dirt) was kinda hot on our feet even if they were toughened to the consistency of leather.  It was a dry summer and not much water in the ditch but it was pleasantly muddy. Only thing was that people littered and there was lots of thingies in that ditch. We got interested in what we might find so we just decided to sit down there for a spell and explore. We would scoot along on our butts a ways and stop a bit.  All this time we were dragging our candy sacks along in that muck. That candy was not wrapped nice and neat the way it is now. Just a layin' there in the sacks which were gettin' soggy. The bottoms finally drug outta them sacks and we strung our candy for a ways before we noticed it. I started to reach in to my sack and all that I came up with was air. Brenda's was the same.  BBRREENNDDAA, look! The candys gone.  There is some of it back there. So we turned around and started scootin the other way on our buts pickin up candy as we went. We were putting it in our mouths, no pockets and we sure wadna gonna waste that candy. No sireee, we were gonna eat ever last bite of it. When we figured we had it all we got back on the road and happily skipped along with our mouths bulging like a squirrel with his jaws full of hicker= nuts. We couldn't talk our mouthes were too full. I looked over at Brenda and saw somethin' hanging out of her mouth and it was wigglin at the end.  Brenda what is that?  When I said that a bunch of my candy came out and landed on the road which I proceeded to pick up and put back in my mouth. Oh my I can feel the grit in my teeth as I speak. YUKKY. wasn't yukky then though. No tellin when we'd get another nickel. But back to Brenda. I got up close to her and saw that a big ol red worm was danglin outta her mouth. BREEENDA, spit it out(there went my candy on the dirt again) NOOO CLLLYYYDDDEEENNNEEE WHY? And there went her candy on the dirt. But that fat ol red worm was still a hanging there. I slapped at it to get it off her mouth and she thought I was hittin her and she slapped me back. Well folks down we went back in the mucky ditch just a clawin and a scratchin' like two wild cats.  Brenda quit! You quit first!  Brenda you've got a worm in your mouth! And by golly she did. Half of one anyhow. OH GOOD GRIEF Clydene, you made me spit my candy out. Well heck fire Brenda I spit mine out too. We looked at each other and there we were in all our glory. Black muck  all over us. We got so tickled we forgot about that candy and started running home. We had a ball that day even if we fought like tigers and never did get to eat all our candy. And our feet were fine. At least they were after we got them clean. A few scratches didn't bother us. And it was Ok for us to get mucky. They'll clean up my Daddy said. The dirt'll come off but they'll never have these days again.  He was so right. Those days are gone and I'm so blessed that I could enjoy them so much. Also blessed that We didn't have persnikety Parents. YEP WE SURE WERE BLESSED!!! I just can't walk outside with such ease anymore. DURN IT ANYWAY!!!

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Auntie, Will you make us some whipped cream so we can have some peaches and cream?  Now Clydene you know I need this cream to make butter today, and I told you those peaches are not ripe enough to eat yet.  Just wait till they are ripe and I'll make sure you girls get all the peaches and cream you want.  We were 6 and waiting was not in our vocabularly yet. NOPE Didn't like to wait.  Now girls I'm going to walk out and milk the other cow, slop the hogs, feed the chickens, and gather the eggs, you two go on down to Lucille's (my Mama) and behave yourselves. OK.  We started down the lane and went by the fruit orchard. Those peaches looked so good hanging there. We didn't like the limbs but we sure likes the fruit. Now I dont know who decided that those peaches were indeed ripe but I suspect it was me!  Anyway we scooted under the barb wire frnce and picked a few. YEP! SURE NUFF DID!  Brenda Auntie is in the barn, lets go back to the house and peel these. OK.   As we went in the back door there on the wash stand was the gallon jar of fresh milk with the yellow cream rising.. UMMMM! I can taste it now. Thick and creamy!!  We went on by but we both still wanted whipped cream.  We thought alike and could almost read one anothers mind. Not a word was said. Brenda got a big mixing bowl, I got the egg beater and a big spoon, and here we went.  We took the cloth off the jar. Brenda hold the bowl and I'll dip some cream out. OK.  Well folks if you know anything about cream you know it was thick and hard to dip. Wait Brenda, set the bowl on the floor and help me pick up this jar and we will pour it in the bowl. That'll work RIGHT?   WRONG!!  We  couldn't hold on to the jar good and we were kinda  doing a little jig with it. Cant you hear Turkey in the straw playin' on a fiddle? Kinda the tune we were jigging to.  We got some in our bowl though and didn't spill as much as you might think. We put the jar back on the shelf and bent to pick up the bowl. Our hands were slick by now with the cream so we did another jig right on into the kitchen.  Well our feet were slick too and when we jigged in on that slick floor down we went. We were wallering in milk and cream. Boy we sure better get this cleaned up Brenda said.  We got time, lets make our whipped cream first. We took turns with the egg beater but nothing was happening. Brenda lets put it in the freezer and it'll get ready while we oeel the peaches. We got knives (which was a great big NO NO!!) and them durn things were hard as a rock. Don't matter we said we'll eat em' anyhow. Poured some of the cream out of the bowl, sprinkled on some sugar and got us a spoon. Sat right down there in the floor and ate every last one of them peaches and cream. I kinda  remember they tasted awful but we ate em' anyway. Heck fire wadnt gonna go to all that trouble and not enjoy it now was we!  HECK NO!   Well Auntie had finished her chores and walked down to give my Mama some eggs. I guess you know we were not there. I think my Auntie figured it out as soon as she saw we weren't there. Mama had the boys but My Auntie did a jig of her own right back to the house and walked in on us just finishing up them peaches and cream. Auntie was angry! I mean was she ever angry! With good reason. She came charging in to that room with blood in her eyes and we knew we were IN TROUBLE. Make that DOUBLE TROUBLE!!!  Auntie started across the floor after us and  remember the floor was slick, Turkey In The Straw all over again. Slipin' and slidin'. We got tickled.  GIGGLE GIGGLE GIGGLE! SHUT UP RIGHT NOW. WOOOPPPS! Down she came. Well I couldn't have stopped giggling then if it meant my life(which it almost did I think). GIGGLE GIGGLE GIGGLE!!!  We folks I figure we just looked adorable  sittin' there on the floor looking down at Auntie, cause she got tickled to.  When Mama and the boys got there I guess she thought she would have to have us all hauled away to the loony bin. She looked startled for a minute then she got tickled, the boys were giggling too. Don't know how long that went on before our Mama's came to their senses and saw the situation clearly, but I suspect not long. Auntie said nothing was hurt but her pride. But let me tell you that was not all that was hurt on us. Nope, our backsides were striped. But later on that night was when we really got our punishment. We were both sooo' sick. OH MY GOSH GREEN SLIME SICK. OOOOHHH! I can still feel the queasiness right now. UGGG'  Guys our Parents had fun with us, and I know now that when they said it hurt them more than it did us to have to spank us. THEY MEANT THAT  YEP SURE DID!!!

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Now folks, Brenda and I loved and helped each other but we had an occasional brawl too.  When we were in about 3rd and 4th grades at School we started making friends other than each other. Good Idea because we had to break free a little and explore other people. It had always been just us.  But Hey, when we got home it was the same as it had always been.  Well it was till one Saturday when we had a day planned for lots of things to do.  We were at Brenda's house just having a ball down by the pig pens. YUKKY now but I dont remember even noticing that then.   We heard a car coming down the lane. And now folks when a car came down that lane it was coming to our house!!  Didn't matter which house either, still our house.  We waited and listened till the car came in sight to see which house it would stop at. We were prepared to get to the house before they stopped.  It came on up to Brenda's house and we ran to meet it. Well now let me tell you right now, thats when the manure hit the fan!! It was Brenda's friend Wilma Jane. Now I did not like "WILEMER PANE" at all (that was the worst thing I could think up to call her) I didn't like that snooty nosed thing infringing on my place in Brenda's life. Durn Her Nuthin but a long nosed smart elec.  Brenda she's not'a stayin here and Im'a gonna' tell her so.  I was ready to tell her to by golly when Brenda did something she had never done before, that little  nut pushed me down. Go home Clydene we dont want you here! well let me tell you the blue fire jumped up and flowed over. How dare her, why the nerve of that smart elec, push me will you. I was up like a bolt of lightening and the squabble was on. First I let WILMER have it with all the claws I could muster up, then I went after Brenda. Wilmer pane's snubby nosed Mother started screaming like a wild bull with a hornet on his backside and here came my Auntie. I was busy working on Brenda when My auntie got hold of me. Clydene! What is wrong with you? What do you think your'a doin'?  Well I was fired up like a ol' settin' hen and I wasn't hearing anything. I mean to tell you I think my brain had exploded, might'a been foaming at the mouth for all I know, I WAS MADDDDD!  Wilmer had blood running down her nose and her Mama was taking on like a lost milk cow in the woods. ( by the way she looked like one too). Auntie held me till I calmed down a bit but when I found out that Wilmer and her Mama had come to pick Brenda up to take somewhere, "WELL" more manure!  Mama was there by then and was prepared to take me home via way of the peach tree. When Brenda started to get in the car, I come un-glues again.  They calmed me down and Brenda didn't go. I don't think snub nose wanted her to go by then. I had to tell Wilmer and her cow Mama that I was sorry and was supposed to hug them but they didn't want a hug for some reason. RECON WHY?  Brenda and I were separated for a few days. I was given a lecture and told how I had to let Brenda have her friends and I had to have my friends too.  I was so unhappy during the week-end. I think our Teachers were in on it too because they kept us apart in school all week. On Saturday we were back to normal but we were changing and  beginning to understand why we  couldn't always have it the way it had been. We still were together a lot, we still loved each other but we learned that our worlds didn't revolve around each other. Oh Yes! we still got in to trouble now and then. Even now sometimes we go on one of our tangents. Before Mama died Brenda was down here and we both stayed overnight with Mama. She had to knock on the wall just the way she used to and tell us to quieten down. "GIRLS QUITEN DOWN IN THERE NOW"  Another thing I was to come to understand too. I was not really mad, I was hurt, jealous and scared, But most of all JEALOUS. Mama worked on me a while on that one. Jealousy is a bad thing Clydene. Yep I know that Mama, I know....

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