Reblog Thank you, Marcia!
We are wrapping up our extended #ExcerptWeek with a contribution from popular blogger Linda Bethea, which I know you’re going to enjoy! Thanks for taking part, Linda. The floor is yours!
Everything Smells Just Like Poke Salad
Excerpt from Chapter Twelve
Most farm business was conducted in Cuthand, but Daddy would sometimes catch a ride with the mailman or hire a ride to go to Clarksville by himself to take care of things. However, on a few, glorious occasions I would awaken before daybreak to find Mama putting breakfast on the table and hurriedly packing food in the blue-banded, enamel water bucket. This could only mean one thing. We were all going to Clarksville! It didn’t matter what went in the bucket. The occasion made everything special.
A family trip to Clarksville was rare and logistics had to line up just so. The weather had to be right, conditions perfect…
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