Bug Swamp’S Gold

Biography & Memoir
Cover of the book Bug Swamp’S Gold by Billie H. Wilson, WestBow Press
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Author: Billie H. Wilson ISBN: 9781490824772
Publisher: WestBow Press Publication: April 21, 2014
Imprint: WestBow Press Language: English
Author: Billie H. Wilson
ISBN: 9781490824772
Publisher: WestBow Press
Publication: April 21, 2014
Imprint: WestBow Press
Language: English

Close your eyes. Get set. Go! to where Bay Swamp smells like aftershave, to where friends raise Billies dad a barn in a day. Youre there! On her "pizer," Grandma, waiting to serve dinner, relaxes with a dip of her Sweet Society snuff. Billies mom and dad, sweaty from hoeing tobacco, rush in and wash up. They cant wait to bite into Grandmas succulent chicken. They tell you, "Pull up a chair!" After dinner, take off your shoes, trek across sandy, open fields, feel sand between your toes. Beyond the watermelon patch, a rare sight: Venus flytraps and yellow trumpet flowers, set to gobble up every bug in sight, and Bug Swamp has bugs. Also gators, bears, cooters, possums, snakes gold. Later, on Grandmas "pizer," youll hear how Billie and her mom almost become bear bait, and Grandma will spellbind you, telling about Grandpas tussle with a gator. Discover for yourself how Grandmas pipeline to God keeps everyone on track. Pity she doesnt have Hitlers ear in Germany, or Tojos in Japan. Why, Grandma could even advise Harry Truman! He uses a weapon so strong it keeps on killing and killing. That Great Depression? Pray it wont destroy Billies family. Her dad puts a mortgage on the place that can tear their family apart or hold them together. Luckily, World War II ends, and good and bad teeter into place.

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Close your eyes. Get set. Go! to where Bay Swamp smells like aftershave, to where friends raise Billies dad a barn in a day. Youre there! On her "pizer," Grandma, waiting to serve dinner, relaxes with a dip of her Sweet Society snuff. Billies mom and dad, sweaty from hoeing tobacco, rush in and wash up. They cant wait to bite into Grandmas succulent chicken. They tell you, "Pull up a chair!" After dinner, take off your shoes, trek across sandy, open fields, feel sand between your toes. Beyond the watermelon patch, a rare sight: Venus flytraps and yellow trumpet flowers, set to gobble up every bug in sight, and Bug Swamp has bugs. Also gators, bears, cooters, possums, snakes gold. Later, on Grandmas "pizer," youll hear how Billie and her mom almost become bear bait, and Grandma will spellbind you, telling about Grandpas tussle with a gator. Discover for yourself how Grandmas pipeline to God keeps everyone on track. Pity she doesnt have Hitlers ear in Germany, or Tojos in Japan. Why, Grandma could even advise Harry Truman! He uses a weapon so strong it keeps on killing and killing. That Great Depression? Pray it wont destroy Billies family. Her dad puts a mortgage on the place that can tear their family apart or hold them together. Luckily, World War II ends, and good and bad teeter into place.

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