My neighbor Miss Ann stopped by a few days ago with a story she had written about her mother and a couple of snakes. She had also attached a picture of herself as a child sitting in the very yard where the snakes were killed, the very yard her mother swept clean every day.

I hated to post this story and picture because I feel like Ann would so enjoy having her own blog...how much she would enjoy writing and telling stories of her childhood...posting her poetry and her drawings, but she says no. So here you go. Enjoy!

Short woman:Tall gun

When I was a girl we lived on a dirt road. To get to our house you had to turn onto a long dirt path. We lived in a house we rented. It was not much but it was solid. Mama and I were in the front yard. She had a stick broom to sweep the yard with. Back then people sweep their yard so it would look nice.

     Now my mama was only five feet tall and a little on the stout side. That did not seem to make her scared of anything.

      She was born in 1908 and came up hard so not much phased her. While we were in the yard she turned to me and told me to get on the porch. She went to the house and came out with a tall gun. It was a double barrel shot gun, fully loaded. She went to the edge of the yard and I heard a loud Boom then another loud Boom. That big gun did not even knock her down.

     I was still on the porch. I ask mama why are you shooting. She calmly told me she saw two snakes in the tree at the edge of the yard, but she said not to worry, she shot them both.

     Well I never saw the snakes, but if she said she shot two black snakes with that big gun I was not going to say anything. She then went and got her stick broom and went to sweeping the front dirt yard. She may be only five feet tall but that never stopped her.


                                           Miss Ann

Do you agree that Ann would enjoy keeping a blog? She has lots of old pictures and great stories to tell. She also writes poetry and has brought some of her poems for me to put on my blog. 

Thank you!

Love,
Henny