cowhunter
Well-known member
Well I aint told a story in a while and the talk about snakes and my little girl I call bannycat pickin berrys has brung one up out of my febble mind.its hard to tell as it involes a death of 2 youngins. One, long ago that only a scant few remember. One, in my life time. Well, here it goes. When I was a youngin of 10 and younger. Hit wernt nothin for me and my 6 cusins to load up in grandaddys jeep with him and granny and go pic blackberrys, blueberrys, mayhaws, wild plums or grapes. Grandaddy stayed in the woods cowhuntin and always new where everything was ripe. Pickin blackberrys, u always needed to watch for rattlers layin to get them a bird and granny was always gettin after us to look good and sometimes we'd find one. Grandaddy would shoot him but granny would call a halt to the berry pickin. Shed go into a panic and get mad if we would not leave. We all just figered she was scard of a snake. So our best berry pickin was when she wernt with us. She made a kind of cobbler called blackberry dooby thats a well none cracker dish that we all loved and still do. I new that her and grandaddy had lost a baby son, sambo when he was only 2 but such was not talked about in our family. It was just left alone to try and be foregot. I found out,years later, sambo had been snakebite and died in a model( a) headed to cross city to dr. And granny had never overed it. Them were hard times back then but when my parents lost my 3 year old brother we like to have never overed it. If it weren't for the grace of god we would not have.
