My Mom ready a story in the paper a few weeks ago about the St. Patrick's Day flood of 1936. That brought to mind memories of her younger brother John, climbing the flood wall by George's Creek by her home. Mom asked me to make this page for her:
"A birdie with a yellow bill hopped upon my sinder will,
cocked his shiny head and said, Ain't you ashamed, you sleepy head."
Mom recalls sweet brother John reciting the words of the verse a little funny. He was 4 years younger and busy enjoying life despite the hardships of the Great Depression.
John would climb the flood wall on Georgia's Creek. He fell on the wall once and spluit his head.
Mom's Dad had raw oysters in the grocery store. John would climb on a stool, hold his nose, and attempt to eat one.
One time when Grandma Marie's brother Christie was helping her paint, John painted the black dog white.
I'll give this to Mom tomorrow when we make a Mother's Day visit!