Every summer my grandma and aunt would take all we children to an old summer home my grandpa built before he passed away.
It was in a tiny hillbilly town called Leeper, MO near Mill Spring. I've written a few stories about that house and our experiences there.
It was big and white with a wrap around porch and numerous porch swings. It sat high on a rise above the highway with railroad tracks across from us.
My cousins and I could swim in the cold St. Francis river in the heat of summer, sit on the porch at night and listen to the howl of trains speeding by with yellow lights.

My grandma would cook fresh biscuits, eggs and bacon on the woodburning cook stove and would make lye soap in a kettle out in back.

There was an old hound dog who would come down the hill and tiptoe through burning embers of our fire for food. We also had an outhouse (a three holer) and magazines galore. There was a big one for the men, a smaller one for the women and a lower tiny one for the kids.
I remember looking all over for snakes that would come and rest in the eaves of the outhouse.
So many memories...
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Aarikja Ann