Arts, Crafts, Music, & Events of Breckinridge County Issue 2, July 2015 | Page 49

displeased with the dogs at the beginning of summer, but, by
midseason, she would give up and just let the dogs dig almost
to China.My grandparents and other older folks would carry
old ladder back chairs out under the shade of the maple trees
in their yard. As they sat there, Grandma would watch from
her seat to see who was passing up on the gravel road and
remark about what reason she thought they might be going
to town. My step grandfather would dose off or swat bugs as
they passed with the fly swat that he always had there with
him. They never threw out anything that could still be used,
and so, the swat had many patches of different colored
material sewn on it with big stitches by my Grandma. Many a
fly, wasp, or mud dabber met their doom from his swatter.
Later, when the night came, we kids would catch fireflies and
put them into mason jars with holes punched into the lids to
keep the insects alive. We heard thunder in the distance and
watched the small storm clouds that passed, as we hoped for
rain for the crops but got none. My sister and I would count
stars and look for the big and little dipper formations in the
sky above. All little girls of that time made innumerable daisy
chains in the summer in order to pull off their petals and
determine if our current crush was true love or not. If the
crush turned out not to be true, we would simply try on
another daisy until we got one that would. We would play
games outside until our bedtime, and then after going in, we