Jerry and I built a fort. In back of Mothers huge garden. We gathered logs from the forest and dug deep holes in the earth to place them in. Pop-Pop told us that they would never stay in place unless we cemented them in. And so we did. Granny & Pop-Pop drove over to the big brick house on the hill in the pick-up truck. In the back of the truck was Pop-Pops wheel barrel a few bags of powered cement and Horseshit. Lollipop was always so happy to see her son and she was always the first to the truck. Jerry and I would run just as fast as we could but neither of us were any match for Lollipop. Before Pop-Pop had even stopped the truck Horseshit would jump out of the back and off they would go. Out into the forest following a scent. As soon as Pop-Pop had stopped Granny would get out open her arms and say "come ere darlins" Granny kisses. Nothin better than Granny kisses except for maybe puppy breathe. Jerry helped Pop-Pop get the cement and the wheel barrel out of the back of the truck while I helped Granny carry the basket of vegetables and fruits inside to Mother. Granny always brought Mother fruits & vegetables. I always thought this was odd because Mother had both in her own garden and her own grove. I now know that with 7 mouths of her own to feed plus all of the company that it took A LOT of fruit and vegetables. Also Mother loved to jar up as much as possible for the long cold winter. Granny always helped Mother with the jarring. In fact Granny helped Mother with everything. At the time I remember thinking it was odd that Mother never helped Granny. I would spend most of my summers at Granny and Pop-Pops and Mother would often drive over but never to help. We'd all sit in the porch and Granny would serve Mother a nice cold glass of fresh sweet ice tea along with the rest of us. Mother would talk and talk about what was going on in her life & smoke her cigarettes. It was nice to see Granny just sitting -listening to Mother talk and enjoying her break. Granny would work from the time she got up until after the supper dishes were done. That is unless Mother stopped by for a visit. It took me years to figure out that this was how Mother helped Granny. Just by visiting. What better gift could Mother have given Granny than the gift of relaxation. Mother was smart. But then she was Grannies daughter.
One of these days I must tell the story about the day that Jerry & I burned the house down.