This is an assignment in writing class to use all the words in bold (or any form thereof) in a story:
extraordinary byway happy Spanish chicken coop
beautiful community heartburn hair
beautiful community heartburn hair
In our little community of Shirley’s
Crossroad, just a little byway
out in the country, Daddy Jack and me would take our rollin’ store and sell the
vegetables we plucked from the patch by the house that MawMaw tended for us
every year.
Daddy Jack and me did the big plantin’ out in the field but MawMaw
watched over the radishes, carrots, sweet taters, tomatas, and strawberries. When
they was ripe and ready, she boxed ‘em up and we took ‘em in our makeshift
trailer headin’ down the road. We stopped at every house along the way and sold
a little bit here and a little bit there. We had a good business goin’ and
pretty soon others were doin’ the same. In fact, they was steppin’ on our
livelihood.
We come up with a new idea when Daddy Jack went out to the chicken coop one mornin’.
Now ever’body round here had chickens so ever’body had eggs, but we begin to
color them eggs just like at Easter and the young’uns loved it. They begged
their momma to buy our eggs. So we was now one step up on the competition.
Next we figured ta pickle some of them eggs but that didn’t go over so good
with Festus Barker cuz it caused his heartburn to flare up. He said it were a hair raisin’
experience fer him all night long.
We were happy
and even makin’ a pretty good livin’ but time marches on and life happens. I
got drafted and went in the Army. Daddy Jack and MawMaw was getting’ older and
it weren’t so easy to get out in the patch or drive the rollin’ store. Soon
they was just plantin’ for themselves and enjoying the fruit of their labor.
I was stationed in Texas and met a beautiful Mexican gal and she taught me Spanish so’s I could
get around with the locals. She fixed up some vittles I’d never tasted before and
they was extraordinarily
hot. My taste buds were burnin’ but I took a likin’ to them tacos, burritos, enchiladas, fajitas, and quesadillas. I think I'll marry her and bring her back home with me. We'll add somethin' new to the rollin' store.There is a Shirley's Crossroads in Crenshaw County, AL and my grandfather-in-law, Daddy Jack, did have a rolling store. he was born in 1890.
