Snippets From My Past

To my hometown of the sixties, I plunge in reverie, recalling where I found myself in nineteen sixty-three. Each fall, the biggest thing going - was going to the fair. My town's the Sorghum Capital; cane fields still tassel there. Talent contests, entering pageants, gave us identity. I played piano several years; I won in sixty-three. My embroidered pillow cases - the best of twenty-two, the sorghum brownies I had made were chosen for the blue. As a school project, I worked the cotton candy machine and won a set of silverware the year I turned sixteen. I tried out for Miss Sorghum Queen, but stumbled, it's no joke; and later wrote that fable down - "The Fall My Zipper Broke." Hawesville of fifty years ago defines this hometown girl. Gracefulness found me wanting, yet God’s grace fulfills my world. June 23, 2017