My brother and I were not ones to stay put.

Ma was at the general store so we put to the hills behind to see what was there... Well ma bein' a town girl knew most all that resided so when my brother came back after being called to...had alot of juice around his face and afew berries in his hand.

She took him to the most knowledgeable women around that part of the street. Knocked on the door and asked Old Mrs Bean if she knew what type of berry her son was eatin? Mrs Bean was the mother of Putty bean. He loved his mama so.

All the siblings chipped in to buy her a matching set of washer and dryer...I noticed them under the unusually large doily she knitted for her endless supply of knickknacks. Well Mrs Bean looked at my mother and knew she was stressed about her boy. So she grabbed two of the berries and ate them...she began to grimace and spit them out...

"Don't worry dear..

I'm sure he didn't eat many." True story all! My life in the hills.