Tis Good Friday
As I harken back to my days of youth on the Farm, I fondly remember Good Friday, which meant that my brother, my best friend, my first cousin, and I would roam Thompson's Creek, in search for the creek bream and occassionly a blue catfish... It always started as we headed out the Big BakYard, down to the lower pastures, then out to the white sand bars of the Creek. Thompson's Creek, actually the West Prong of Thompson was the western boundary of the property I grew up on, It as commonly known to the locals as Mockingbird Hill.
During those explorations of the deep holes in the clay creek bed, the cool natural springs flowing into the creek, it was an amazing time for four young pre teen boys, in the Deep Deep South.....
Fond Memories of Life on a Southern Farm deep in the heart of Louisiana.. Always on a Good Friday