I'am not proud. I wear a bib AND, I spot spray all my Tee Shirts before they hit the wash.Used to laugh at "Old Men" because they always had a drop of egg yolk on their white button up shirt. Now I have egg yolk, along with what ever else I've eaten, on my shirt...I don't have near the class they had as mine is usually some type of tee shirt...things one remembers
When I was around 7-9 years old I was visiting my grandparents house. The pump in the yard had to be primed before it did it's job. My uncle and some of his friends set me up. Everyone carried a plug of Red Man and took a chaw every now and then. I was offered some, a man sized bite, which I gleefully took. When the tobacco juice ran down my throat it felt like fire. I ran to the pump, to find the bowl of water to prime the pump was empty. Everyone except me got a great laugh from it. Now a days, that would be considered child abuse. Back then it was called fun. I lived through it and did similar to my siblings and younger relatives.
I believe you are correct also. We did keep are tators and canned fruits in there.Perhaps this is the same as what we called a root cellar
I’ve never had the pleasure of digging one though, have you???I believe you are correct also. We did keep are tators and canned fruits in there.
The first sign of winter was when your mom put on the flannel sheets.
You ARE old if you remember "Henry's Hamburgers" where you could buy 7 hamburgers for 1 dollar and a chocolate shake for 25 cents! That was my fav place to go after a day's hunting!