The Farm in Alabama

As photos were pilfered in SC, I was flooded with memories of my Aunt Sandra Pate.  It was the strangest thing that occurred only I wasn't in South Carolina at all I was in Georgia.  They went through the old pictures of me feeding the pig with a bottle, and the Cherokee Indian Chief holding me while my oldest sister pouted.  And then of course they wanted to know everything about Sandra that I could remember.

I had the one distinct memory of going out to the cattle pasture and touching the hot wire on the fence.  It was when she lived on the farm in Alabama.  I had repeatedly been told not to do so but I just had to touch that fence to see what would happen.  It shocked the mess out of me and flung me back.  I was all of six at the time.  Then of course all those comments about how I have to learn things the hard way.  May 16, 2015.  Dodi started saying her birthday was May 13.

P.S.  Nothing to do with a Horace from AOL that worked at Diamond Plastics Corporation in maintenance, though they did attack me over him as well.

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