A favorite holiday of my childhood was celebrated on the 4th of July. That day had to be earned with sweat and bother. Sweat was sweated in the early morning as we had to plant the last of the sweet potatoes.
Let me explain that.
Mama and Daddy always had a bed of sweet potatoes to grow plants for the start of the acre of those tubers to feed us and anyone else in our neighborhood or kinfolk.
We would pull up the plants from the beds to stob down into the rows, the plants grew vines that we took "cuts" from to keep adding so as to fill the required acre. Cuts are foot long pieces of the vi...
