Most of my childhood was spent in a little map dot called Bowens, MD. It doesn’t show up on most maps but it will pop up on Google maps. To say that the county was rural back then is a total understatement. Our current population is a little over 90,000; in the ’50’s it was around 13,000. Finding friends was a real mission. Finding something to occupy your time was even harder. It wasn’t so bad when school was in session but the summers were brutal when you were too young to get a part-time job.
Everyone has a first memory. Mine was when I stepped on a stick with my bare foot and the stick quickly slithered away. My first run-in with the an American Black Snake.
That incident cured me of going barefoot through tall grass. At least it was only a black snake and not the dreaded “copperhead.”
A copperhead sighting was big news back then and the poor snake’s size and ferocity were usually grossly exagerrated. This, unfortunately, led to the accepted practice when encountering any snake of retrieving a trusty hoe or shovel and chopping the creature’s head off. Fortunately for my initial reptilian encounter, both the snake and I lived to tell the tale. I do remember the snake being at least 6 inches in diameter and at least ten feet long!!!
If you like great fried chicken, you’ll enjoy my next post about the best chicken I ever tasted.
Brooke

