Appalachia courting/love

Puppy Love

Today’s guest post was written by Garland Davis. From the time I was three until my father’s premature death when I was twelve, I spent my summers at my grandparent’s farm in Yadkin County. My GrandPap farmed a couple of acres of tobacco, milked a cow and two goats, raised a couple of hogs, and of course, there were the two mules, not to mention Granny’s formidable herd of free-range chickens. There were a half dozen cats who kept the…

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