It was the Fourth of July, no shadow of religion, death or disaster in the commemoration, simply a celebration of a birthday
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The pictures are from the Library of Congress collection of work generated by the Farm Service Administration from 1937 to 1942. They are the starting point for each story. The author contemplates them before adding each new comment. They can be enlarged by clicking on them. A link to the sources is shown nearby.
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It was hot, too. People liked that on a holiday when you could move around as much as you liked or you could just sit still for hours. The show ould go on back and forth in front of you and you could get your little breeze goin with the to and fro of a rocker. If nobody was going to bring you a lemonade, you just had to get up and walk over to church front door. The juke joint sent up buckets of ice and for certain old corn-meal williamson had a half sack of sugar brought down off the mountain. And the old folks had somethin that, if they wasn't lemons, they was somethin better and more mellow. I just heard, it was all before my time.
I wondered how old that dust was, you could kick it up in great plumes if you was a child, and nobody minded unless it got out of hand. there wasn't a pebble or a clod between between the hitchin post at Narse Wiggs, all around the chestnut, and up to Grigg's store, just a powdery brown grit pounded by hooves and feet all summer. Auntie Madge would send Berky down to collect a bucket to save for her indoor starts the next winter. That's what she thought of it. I seen Georgie Poke throw a handful of it in a bad dog's face and get away. They shot that dog later, he was dying from a 'coon fight anyway.
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