num_pages: 144
description: “I don’t take prisoners.” Yep, that’s what I said to my brother as I placed my Daisy BB pistol to his chest and pulled the trigger. It was sometimes like that when we were growing up on our parents’ and grandparents’ farm during the middle of the last century. Our farm sat nestled in the foothills of the Cumberland Mountains of Eastern Tennessee. My brother and I got ourselves into some terrible situations when we were boys. We shot everything from arrows to bottle rockets at each other and lived to tell about it! We did everything from trying to suck up our goldfish with Mom’s Electrolux Vacuum to running from snakes. We were not really that full of mischief, or were we? Our parents and grandparents kept us alive, somehow. They were the best. They had to be to be able to put up with My Brother and Me.
language: English
title: Old Time Stories of the Cumberlands: My Brother and Me
titlecomplete: Old Time Stories of the Cumberlands: My Brother and Me
publisher: PublishAmerica