Okay Pie was your first pie a mud one? I can so remember sitting out under a big ole oak tree on my great grandmother's farm in Simsboro making those mud pies. It was fun getting dirty. We also went swimming in the pond and played in the barn in piles of hay and no telling what else. And yes I even fired a gun at some bottles and cans. The noise scared me to death though.
Ma bathed us at night in some kind of aluminum tub due to a shortage of well water. Thanks for jarring my memory on this thread! See I'm not a total city slicker...my mom's family were country folks!
