Sawdust piles and Moonpies
Tammy Curtis, Publisher Childhood for a young girl in the Ozarks was a daily adventure, from throwing frog eggs at one another to gathering dry fall flowers and catching fireflies. We witnessed the births and deaths of animals and life renewed each spring. We may not have been the richest family, but we sure didn’t know it. Among my fondest memories were that old sawdust pile just beyond Jimmy Don Hall’s sawmill…