Slydell
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We lived way out in the country in my younger years. Not many had a telephone in those days. So, when it was time to come home, my dear old Mom would stand on the porch and lovingly call us in. It went something like this. You little sumb itches better get your asses back here now or I'll beat you with the baseball bat again.
Ahhh, the goodle days.
We lived way out in the country in my younger years. Not many had a telephone in those days. So, when it was time to come home, my dear old Mom would stand on the porch and lovingly call us in. It went something like this. You little sumb itches better get your asses back here now or I'll beat you with the baseball bat again.
Ahhh, the goodle days.
WE had a party line and our ring was two short and one long... can't remember how many were on that party line, but you count on someone always listening in to our conversations LOL
As for the other point, my dad would simply blow his coon hunting horn (made from a old steer horn) and if we were in the wood or within distance knew we had to get our arse home