McNairy County independent. (Selmer, McNairy County, Tenn.) 1902-1969, 1918-01-25
BUCK SNORT
Writes Of Xmas at His Daughters,
and Other Things

Writes OF Xmas at Ills Daughters, S,
and Other Things
I've been a-settin at the fire all day
a-toastin of my feet at good hickory
log fire and ,readin in the Memphis
paper about how the people in the
cities is a-sufferin fer want of sumpin
to keep warm with and sumpin to
eat. And then | look out at that
big pile of long hickory. post oak,
blackjack and spanish oak logs in my
yard and think of them broad sides
of bacon in the smokehouse and the
big pile of corn in the crib. and sez
as I've sed many time before, NC
Marry county Tennessee is good
enough fer me-" And if this war
keeps up (and it looks like il was a.
goin to, till them pesky Germans is
whipped outn their hides) there's lots
Of them there big city bugs that will
be glad to come down here and git a
square meals vittels and warm ther.
selves to keep from freezin.
line a-feelin SO trifin to-day don't
think I'll write much, but Sallie says
eff don't write nothin to the Inde-
pendent, Bill Hickrybud will be a-tell-
ing around that | was drunk on
Christmas and couldn't walk, let alone
write. | want to tell ye all that I've
quit gittin drunk. They've tuck away
my lickar by law, but i'll he dad
burned if I'll give up my sassafras
tea without fight. But that amt a.
tellin how we spent Christmas.
1t was SO cold that day that you
could see sun-dogs around the sun,
but me and Sallie was bound to 90
over to Tobe Waggoners, our son-in-
law that married our oldes gal
Sfrony. Tobe lives on a little hun
dred acre farm down on the creek ]
give him when him and Sfrony got
married fifteen years ago; its about
FIVE miles down the creek from here.
We het up some rocks by the fire and
wrapped em in ole horse blanket |
got hold of endurin the war, and they
kept our feet warm. If my feets
warm | don't keer what happens 20
the rest Of me.
We tuck over half 8Jg wc 'lillej |
the day before and . lot Of sausage, |
pupkins, keg Of cfabappla cider, . |
PEEK Of butter and some wool stuff |
Sallie's been n-knitten for the young
uns, We haint no automobile, suct
as | had to dodge from to save my
life when | was in Washington call |
ing on Jim Wilmetb, and | wouldn't |
have one. They'll stop with ye right |
in the middle of the road, and the |
smell is sumpin terrible. We are a.
stickin to our ole Charleymobeel, the |
best hoss that ever kick up his heels
in McNairy. He's got mustang blood
IN him, and although he's a-rubbin on
to twenty years mighty hard, I'll trust !
ole Charley against any of them snort
Wagons that smells and kicks and
balks to beat creation. Charley don't
kick yer arm off when your a-crankin
him up to start--at least not nova
days; Charley don't break down in the
road when yer halfway hora from
Selmer at least not often; ana Char
ley don't smell-at least not much.
Charlevs all right, and | wouldn't swap
him fer any buzzwaggin in the coun-
ty. Bat this amt a-gittin nowhur fer
Christmas.
There aintsmany pore people in our
but there's one forelorn
gal that lives in little pen she built
with her own hands fer her and her
little boy (the Lord only knows whur
or who his daddy is) about halfway
over to Tobes. Unbeknowest to me,
Sallie had fixt up a little Christmas
fer that pore little outfit too. Some
warm sox fer the boy and his nanny,
two fresh hams and bushel of meal Il
The gal (they say she used to belong
to good family cried a little when
she saw what Sailie was a-givin her.
aad SEE: Wont ye ali light an come
in? Ina shamed to show ye the
house: its sight, fer I've bin so
bizzy didn't have no time to fix it up,
but yer shore welcome; better come
in an warm, anyway" We tole her
we was a-hurryin over to Tobes to
see the youDguns, so we drove away,
and was a-thinkin to myself what a
hlessir it is to have snmnin to give