By Earline Smith Crews
Guest Writer 

Cussin', singin' and telling lies in the hay


January 10, 2019

One of my favorite places to be authentic Earline was in the hay loft on a rainy day.

See, with so many siblings I always had plenty involvment of others around me. Sometimes I needed time out from sharing and fist fights, so when rainy days came to fill the house and Mama issuing noggin thumps and orders to go out and play on the porches I simply went to the barn.

Who goes to play in the barn on a rainy day with the smells of soggy manure and rats.

" Me"!

I climbed the ladder to the loft where Daddy had stacked the hay bales for us to rearrange into forts and stages for plays that were H...

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