Snake In The Potatoe Sack
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon and my brother and his wife had come over from Georgia for the weekend. They would usually spend Saturday with his wife's family and Sunday with us. As mamma was preparing lunch, she realized she didn't have enough potatoes. She called for me to go to the barn and get a bowl of potatoes. I was in the process of getting the potatoes out of the sack(bag) when I felt something cold go across my hand. Being nine, I knew I couldn't go back to the house without the potatoes so I opened another sack and finished filling the bowl. When I got back to the house mamma said, "Mercy child what's wrong with you!". It seems all the color had faded from my face in fear of what was in the sack! You see back then potatoes were kept in 50lb burlap sacks or bags whichever you choose to call them. When I explained that something had crawled across my hand my dad and brother said, "come show us which sack". When we go...