I have such sweet memories of Uncle Burt. When he came to visit, he would take my brother and me to the little neighboorhood country store called The Tradin' Post, hand us each a quarter, and let each of us fill up our own little brown bag full with our choice of penny candies. A quarter could buy a lot back then...
This was the day Dad and Mom decided to stop cursing... well, Dad always called it "blackguarding"... Anyway, according to the story they told me, after Sunday School, all us kids came back into the sanctuary, carrying our Sunday School papers with us. Well, my big brother, R.T. decided he liked mine better than his, so he snatched mine out of my hand. Apparently, I was quite upset, because they said I screamed, "R.T. ... You little Sh*t A$$!!!" ...Needless to say, Dad and Mom never went back to that church. They found a new church to go to after I finally learned to stop blackguarding.
Author Kathy Hardin I am a mother, nana, secret keeper, shoulder to cry on, finder of all lost things, pet lover, friend, and nurse.
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