As a child in the 50's, I lived in a small town in south Georgia. I remember going to town on Saturday and seeing the streets sidewalks packed and jammed with the "country people" who came to town once a week to buy the supplies they did not grow themselves. I've seen the old cars from the 20s, 30s and 40s parked side-by-side with wagons drawn by mules or horses. I've seen weeds growing up along the curbs of the unpaved, or partially paved streets. I've also seen the barefoot boys teasing the girls. After all, I was one of those barefoot boys and oh how I loved that little redheaded girl!
Review of Come Next Spring
