My mama remembers it and I will never forget, how every time I ventured next door to play
with Nancy Leigh Craig, that little slip of a girl would pull out an
empty glass mason
jar, and Nancy Leigh Craig would fill it
with heaps of dirt dug up from the dog run behind her house, and then she would fill that
jar up
with water, throw in a bunch of weed tops, and stir the whole mess up
with any found stick.