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    • Keepin Toads

      Posted at 5:30 pm by Rico Lighthouse, on June 16, 2019

      I remember one day in spring, me and little Randy was catchin toads at Memaw and Papaw’s house. We turned down the edges of a paper sack and covered th’ bottom with sticks and grass for th’ toads to live in. Them toads musta just turned from tadpoles, cuz they was all over th’ yard, ‘specially near th’ ditch. By noon we musta had a hundred toads a piece in our sacks.

      Well we got hungry so we come on in an put th’ toad sacks in th’ laundry room and ast her said, Miss Lossie, could we have some lunch. Miss Lossie told us sure, she would make us some sandwiches, and to get a Coke out th’ fridge while we was waitin, which we did.

      While she was makin lunch she asked us offhand, Whatcha’ll got in them sacks anyway, we told her Toads. She say Whatcha’ll gonna feed ’em, and we say We don’t know, what should we feed ’em Miss Lossie? And she say It ain’t nothin a toad likes to eat better’n a fly, and they’s sho plenty ’nuff a them hangin round here, ain’t they. Sho is.

      So after our bologna sandwiches we got out th’ flyswatters and got to catchin flies. It wasn’t long before we realized they only eat th’ flies that are movin, so we had to figure out how to swat ’em without killin ’em. Th’ best way to do that was to trap ’em up against th’ window panes, then pull off one of their wings. We’d drop ’em in th’ sack and they’d flop all around and them toads would munch ’em up.

      We kept this up for three, maybe five days, and all th’ time them toads is eatin flies and gettin bigger and bigger til we have to take ’em outta th’ sacks and put ’em in a box. Memaw said we ain’t got room for two boxes a toads in th’ house, and to turn some of ’em loose. And besides, she says, we need some toads round th’ yard to catch th’ outside bugs. We tell her Memaw, there’s plenty a toads outside. But they ain’t no arguin with a woman like her.

      So me and Little Randy each picked out our two biggest toads and turnt th’ rest of ’em loose. We gotta big ole box and filled it with sticks and grass, and used an old peanut butter jar lid for their water. We catched all th’ flies we could everyday for that whole summer. Memaw and Papaw both was pleased about that.

      When summer was near over, and our toads had done growed up, we turnt ’em loose so they could go back to their ditch and lay more eggs next year. An that’s how we kept toads.

      Posted in Arkansas, memories, Uncategorized | 0 Comments | Tagged Arkansas, childhood, family, Kids, memoir, memories, Texas, toads
    • Tired Legs

      Posted at 6:58 pm by Rico Lighthouse, on May 29, 2019

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      There was a place Papaw like ta take us fishin. It was a lake about a hour drive from th’ house. I don’t know why he liked ta go out that way, cuz you could catch a fish just about anywhere there was water, includin da ditch out fronta da house. But it was fun ta git away for ‘while, an I reckon maybe Papaw felt th’ same way too.

      So we’d git da tacklebox, an he’d always check it ta make sure we had everthing we need, sinkers an bobbers an extra line an all that, an check dat th’ hooks was clean an sharp too. Then he’d throw five or six poles in th’ back a da truck an off we’d go. He had a couple a rod an reel type poles that he kept in workin order, but said his favorite was a cane pole. Wit a cane pole you don’t hafta worry ‘bout castin yo line inta some bushes, or reelin your fish in or nuthin like dat, you jus put a worm on da hook, or a cricket, fine a shady place an drop da hook in th’ water. Den you jus sit there an waits for a fish. When a fish tug on da line you give a quick jerk an pull it on up outta da water. No fussin round wit nuthin. Dat’s da way he liked ta fish, an dat’s da way he taught me ta fish too.

      So anyways, we’d git in th’ truck, him an me an Little Randy, an we’d drive on out there. On th’ way we’d stop at a little service station to git fresh worms an some ice for th’ cooler an a Coke or somethin. If Daddy or Uncle Jimbo was with us we’d get some beer. So dere was dis stack a tires outside a da service station what had a pair a legs stickin up outta it. Da legs was wearin britches an boots. Papaw done tole us a man falled in there an could’n git back out. Said he’d been in dere fifteen years or so. An you know I used ta believe ‘im.

      I ast him once, Is he still alive Papaw? Papaw says Yes, dey feeds ‘im through a hole in one a da tires right near where his mouth is. Well how do he go to da bathroom I ast him. He say Dat I don’t know. I never been round when he done it. An you know ever once in a while da wind would blow an dem legs would move jus like dey was kickin, an Papaw would say Look at ‘im, he still tryin ta get outta dere. Then we’d go on fishin.

      Posted in Arkansas, memories | 0 Comments | Tagged Arkansas, childhood, family, fishin, Kids, memories, memory
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