When I was growing up, it would get very lonely with just Mama and I during the day in the backwoods on the Sandhill. I managed to stay busy, getting into first one thing and then another. The hogs were my companions. One day they disappeared. I tracked them down the sandy road to the culvert and the tracks went off into the woods. I was certain they’d never find their way home again. As usual, I had a great idea. I went to the corncrib and with my handle-less axe, I chopped corn off the cob. I started at the last place I saw the hog tracks and started dropping corn all the way down the road. The hogs came home, of course, and I assumed they ate the corn to find their way home. The next day, the County motor-grader came down the road. Some weeks later, Daddy came home and said, “I just can’t figure out how corn is growing all down the side of the road.” He obsessed on that question for weeks. I didn’t dare explain it to him because he would have scolded me for wasting the corn.
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