The Baker children, Marie, Cliff, Tommy, and I spent many
a hot afternoon down at the small creeks around those old hills. Wading and squealing, it wasn’t long until
more kids joined us in the fun.
Genevieve and Geraldine, our cousins looked for snapping turtles.
Soon we busied ourselves trying to dam up the creek. First working as fast as we could, we
gathered all the large rocks and placed them across the water, then, anything
we find, laughing and splashing and just having great fun.
Old John, the family dog, was always on watch, standing
guard. One day, Floran Baker somehow
kicked sand into Old John’s eyes and the fight was on. Cliff got so mad, he chased her all the way
home. The Baker and Hatcher children
fought sometimes, but we would fight for each other also.
