ASK JACKSON

The Southeast Missourian asked people to recall a memorable summer experience.

Ruby Humes: "When I was a kid, my daddy went squirrel hunting. When he shot the squirrel, the shotgun exploded in his face. He got so mad that he broke the gun against a tree."

Lettie Westrich: "At Homecomers, my boys pitched nickels in plates and won dishes and glasses. They wanted me to save their dishes for when they got married, and I did. We had lard cans full of dishes."

Alvin Hanselman: "About two years ago I was driving a tractor hauling hay, and it went out of gear, down a hill and into a ditch. It took four or five men to get me off of it, but I wasn't hurt too bad."

Thelma Garland: "In the 1930s, I was at the Mayfield church in Patton when it rained hard and flooded around our cars about knee-deep. The water came down off the hill. Now it is Little Whitewater Baptist."

Denver Lewis: "There were nine boys in my family, and in the summer we took our baths in the creek on our farm. It was deep enough to get down in it. In cold weather, we used a washtub in the house."