The yard in front of our farm house in Etowah County, Alabama, looked “horrible,” according to my sister, Alene Stith Lambert, and she made up her mind to do something about it.
“First, more soil was needed to smooth it out,” she said. “I gave my plan to Dad and included the idea to add dirt.”
He agreed.
When Alene called to order a load of dirt she said the man asked her, “How many yards?”
“Well, I thought that was the strangest thing I had heard. My response was as kind and understanding as I could make it: ‘We only have one yard.'”
Postscript: Alene was in college at the time. Where? you ask. I’m sorry, I thought that would be obvious: Auburn.
Coming Monday: “He Might Be A Redneck”