When I was a child, my aunt, my mother’s sister, lived on Sawmill Road. She still does. We lived in Walker, but it seems we were in Ponchatoula every weekend. During summers, we were here most of the time. An early memory is climbing between two wires that the strawberry farmer behind her house put up to keep critters out of his field. Those wires were “hot”. I’m sure most of you are sm...
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