I was fascinated with the twins, Velda and Melba Peterson, from a family of eleven kids on a poor farm way down in the low country. Their daddy “drank.” They often came to school beaten and bruised. They carried their lunch in a silver-colored syrup bucket and ate it under a big oak on the Continue reading
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I’m Cold, I’m Cold (Joke)
Two old friends were spending their evening idling their time away, drinking in the graveyard, as they were fond of doing.
One of them drifted off to sleep as the other stumbled and fell into an open grave. All was well for a while till the fellow in the grave sobered up a little and called out to his sleeping friend above. Continue reading
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