Mad Dog, A Mother’s Courage

When we at lived down on the Pearson Place, back in 1925, you kids had a swing on the big oak out front. Annie, I guess you were about seven and John was nearly four.  I noticed our old dog, Ralph, was laying in the dirt under the swing snapping at John’s feet every time he swung over.  Y’all were laughing, thinking this was a game.  Now that

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