Thursday, September 3, 2009

Full Moon

Sheila and I were riding our bikes around the ponds this afternoon to exercise the dogs, not us. There was a coolness in the air and a full moon rising over in the east, just clearing the top of the trees. All at once I was taken back about 50 years to that night in early September. Peanuts had been picked and the cotton was beginning to bust. Peanuts were picked with a mechanical picker, but most cotton was still picked by hand. It was the weekend, school was out, I had no bills, no interest in girls, no concern over how I was to make a living and no cares to cause me any worry. Now you know how my mood was when Benny and I and the two Nowell boys were to camp out that night. Maybe we were spending the night with them and just did not go to bed that night.
We started out that night playing in the barn loft, jumping from the rafters turning a flip and landing in the trailer full of cotton. We really packed that cotton into a bale before we were done. By the time we tired of that, everyone else had gone to bed for the night, so we headed out to the fields. The light from the moon was bright enough to see how to maneuver around without fear of stumbling into anything. The air was crisp without much moisture and you could see for miles around. We were running around yelling and hollering like a bunch of drunk red neck teenagers at a Bama Jam concert. The only problem was a deserted house on the edge of their cotton field that had been the scene of a murder. we went in to look at the blood on the walls. Thats what Ronnie and Wayne told us, but I think they were messing with us. It looked like red paint to me, but we were still excited and wondering if the ghost of the departed was to jump us at any minute. Some one moaned and we hauled **s.
The next morning Mr. Bounie McKay was at his store when we came in. When he found out that it was us screaming all night he was fit to be tied. We did not know that the cool crisp air would carry sound forever. It's a wonder he did not call the sheriff. He must not have told on us because we never did get into trouble for all that fun.

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