One Day At A Time

Series: One day at a time | Story 12

Well it is a hot and humid day here in our little valley. The sky is getting dark and I can hear thunder off in the distance. I am enjoying a cold glass of sweet tea, sitting here in the swing on my front porch.

I was thinking back to when we were young. We had a storm cellar and when it began to thunder and the clouds would get dark, we would go to the storm cellar, it was basically just a hole dug into the hill at the back of our house. We were afraid of storms, but we had fun going to the cellar. We had shelves built and mama would store our canned goods, along with turnips and potatoes...

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