No More Pie

I remember staying at Lums Chapel for a few days one time and at lunch time, Grandaddy, Uncle Herschel, and the boys, Boots and Jim, came home. I had been there at the store playing or something, anyway we all set down and ate lunch. There were five of us at the table, after eating a pie was brought to the table. Grandaddy took the pie, using his knife he cut the pie into thirds and took a piece, he then passed the pie to Jim who took a third and passed the pie past Janice and me to Boots who took the last piece of pie. Janice started crying, I don't remember her saying anything for a while, just crying. Grandaddy said thee is no more pie. Then when Grandaddy was finished, he had kept a few bites of pie on his plate and gave it to Janice. I even got a bite to. Janice was still not happy nor was I, but we were grateful for getting a little pie. I went back outside and played with Tippey the large Collie and Janice did the dishes, the boys left for the field in the white Dodge pickup.

My foot surgery

I had foot surgery May 27th to repair a broken foot from a motorcycle accident last year. They rebroke the heel bone and the bone it attaches to in several places then ground the bones to fit together and inserted a three inch screw angling into the heel up towards the instep. It waas done at the VA hospital and they are to cheap to provide nice pictures like Billy Wayne has. Plus I feel as usual when compared to Billy Wayne, I came in second place, he has two screws and I only have one. I hear he is back to work but still having some pain. That'll teach him to swing from the top branch.

Lizards, Horny Toads and Snuff

This is for all the cousins who played at mama and papa's. I remember when I was perhaps five or maybe six and we would go to Littlefield on Sunday afternoons. It seemed that we were always lucky because Billy Wayne, Terry, Lonnie, Kenny, and Janice were there. I'm sure it wasn't luck but at that time it didn't matter. We would go to the field and chase lizards and toads. Man were they fast. We would chase them and sometimes someone would actually catch one. The toads would swell up and the lizards had a habit of losing their tales. Anyway we would run and run until we couldn't run anymore, then all go to the old white house. I think it had a red brick porch or something like that. Maybe I'm confusing several old houses but we sure had fun. I remember one time we all were tired and went in the house and started playing in the floor wrestling around, anyway someone turned over a can of some black stinky syrup. It wasn't syrup! We were quickly told to get out of the house. It was years later when I asked about it and found that someone, I won't mention names, dipped snuff.
Does anyone remember Grandpa Smith? That was his name wasn't it? I remember him eating with a knife.