My
Grandmother spent time at her Uncle Wm Ray’s farm in North Carolina as a child.
She spent a lot of time with her family
at the farm, where they grew tobacco. She explored and fished with her brother on
the farm. They would walk to the pond that had lots of fish in it. She enjoyed
going on adventures with her older brother. She learned how to fish with her
brother, as she got older. She learned to dig up her own slimy, wiggly worms using
an old stick technique. She found them under a cedar tree by the curing barn
for the tobacco. Even though she did not have a fancy fishing setup, she made
the best of what she had. Her brother, Larry, was a prankster. Even though they
were so young, he was not scared of anything and always wanted to pester her.
One
day they were fishing on a Sunday afternoon. He always checked for snakes
before he started fishing. As he was checking the edge of the water, he told
her there was a shiny fish next to the edge of the pond that she should
see. She did not believe there really
was a shiny fish, but she went to look anyway. She edged closer and closer to
the water’s edge. Suddenly, he lunged forward and pushed her in to the
water. Drenched and enraged, she staggered
out of the pond. As furious as a hooked fish, she chased Larry around and
around in the yard until he collapsed in laughter. Then she pounced on him like
a tiger on the hunt. After all their
antics, they needed to get back and change their clothes without their parents
finding out what had happened. They hid in the hay barn and hung their clothes
to the dry in the sun. She never forgot this amusing experience she had as a
young girl on the farm.
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