In my childhood days, the month of November brought busy work and fun times to this country girl. To say November was the best month would be a stretch, but let me explain myself.
Before the busy-ness of November, October had us harvesting our crop of sweet potatoes. Daddy and Mama had prepared a place to "bank" our potatoes for keeping them through the winter months and have some for starters for our crop the next year. The banked potatoes were piled in a trench that Daddy had made for the base of the bank. About four feet wide and 10 feet long; covered in pine straw or wheat straw, layered v...