Publisher's Synopsis
Some thirty years ago the seed that would grow into this book was planted in my head when my wife Linda and I took pre-school daughter Ashley, now a mother and wife in her own right, to play in one of the many streams that cut our property. Frogs and their pollywogs, crawdads and minnows were in abundance along with a watermelon that I had placed into the dammed up stream to cool ...just like my grandparents had done many, many years earlier. I had warm memories of picking red, vine ripened tomatoes and eating them whole for lunch before having a stream cooled watermelon split open for a sweet and refreshing mid-afternoon snack. I wanted Ashley to have some of the same experiences. Later as I struggled to get the watermelon out of the stream she pointed out, "Wouldn't it been easier just to put it in the refrigerator?" Yep, and she doesn't eat raw tomatoes either. Are you sure you are mine? This is a recollection of growing up rural and Southern during the Fifties and Sixties but with an eye on the present.
