I reckon there’s folks older than me who never lived through what I did—not because they’re soft, just ‘cause they grew up in the city or in one of them fancy suburbs just outside it.
I don’t remember that but I do remember my grandmother rollin out dough on a kitchen counter for morning biscuits and my grandfather chasin the hen in the yard for dinner
Love Ralph’s description of growing up. Things I had forgotten about.
I don’t remember that but I do remember my grandmother rollin out dough on a kitchen counter for morning biscuits and my grandfather chasin the hen in the yard for dinner