Long ago, I was in the second grade at the Mount Pisgah one-room country school. Mr. Seaman was the teacher.
Creative musings — High water: A story I once heard
Many, many years ago, when I was but a callow youth, a mere stripling, I often heard the old folks talk of high water. Sometimes they would mention the word “flood,” but more often, they just called it “high water.”
A lamb story for March
March on the farm was lambing time, and nothing brought new lambs faster than a March blizzard.