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.