The hog slide

Well that didn’t work so well. It’s been several days since I posted an excerpt from my book, A Sharecroppers Son this one is called the pig slide.
When I was about six years old, we had just moved to a bit bigger farm. It would get so hot that our hogs were just miserable. So pop got all us boys together with shovels to dig a hog Waller, we went to a clay basin about 100 yards from the house. We dug in that ole gray clay for days, pilling the excess clay high into a hill on one side of the little pond. The pond was about 30 feet across and it didn’t take ma nature long to fill it to the brim,and the hogs were in hog heaven.well being farm kids it didn’t take long for us to figure out, if you took a bucket and dash some water on that berm we built beside the edge of the pond it would get extremely slick and pretty quick you had the worlds best water slide down the pond side right into that fine swimming hole.pretty quick we younguns enjoyed that little pond as much as did the hogs, and they would just have to wait their turn. Well mom didn’t much like this new game with us sharing a hog Waller with a bunch of pigs, after all that would be an insult to the pigs.soon enough mom made rule number 86 for farm kids, no playing on the pig slide. Punishable by a gall berry switch in. Plan B when mom and pop went to town we would all rush down to the slide, get naked, wet the slide and proceed to have a large and glorious time.Sliding to our hearts content. Now we knew about how long mom and pop would be in town, so we would get out of the pond, dry off in the sun and get dressed, just minutes before that old international truck would come rumbling up the drive. Much to our dismay mom would climb down from the truck and head straight for the gallberry bush, cut her a keen switch’s and line us up for the no momma no mamma no circle dance.we could never figger out how she knew we were in the hog Waller.one day many years later mom and I were having coffee on the front porch, and pop was sitting on the steps and I asked her how in the world she always knew, we had been in the hog Waller, my pop started to chuckle and mom said every time we got back from town all you kids were one shade darker gray. You couldn’t get much past that ole girl…

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