Old Mr. & Mrs. Rigley lived "hollerin' distance" from our farm. Mrs. Rigley worked in her garden with a country bonnet on her head to keep the sun off. It didn't do a whole lot of good, seeing as how she was wrinkled up like a dried plum. They were good folks, though, and I liked her muscadine jelly. ( Everybody said she made the wine too, 'cause Mr. Rigley was always falling off the tractor.) Anyhow, one day I took the trail over to their place. Mrs. Rigley got to talking about old times and commented as how "Neighbors Just Don't Neighbor Like They Used To!"
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Neighbors Don't "Neighbor" Like They Used To
Old Mr. & Mrs. Rigley lived "hollerin' distance" from our farm. Mrs. Rigley worked in her garden with a country bonnet on her head to keep the sun off. It didn't do a whole lot of good, seeing as how she was wrinkled up like a dried plum. They were good folks, though, and I liked her muscadine jelly. ( Everybody said she made the wine too, 'cause Mr. Rigley was always falling off the tractor.) Anyhow, one day I took the trail over to their place. Mrs. Rigley got to talking about old times and commented as how "Neighbors Just Don't Neighbor Like They Used To!"
