“Cock in a Crock” by GMB
I can just hear the William Tell Overture and see old Grams walking out to milk her goat. After she’s done, she’d soak the cock in the milk before she slaughtered it to prepare it for supper. Of course, supper in those days began ‘round 4 o’clock in the afternoon, seeing that, in those days, and on this farm in particular, folks rose at ‘round 3 o’clock in the morn’, which is ‘round an hour ‘bouts before daybreak, and folks was just plain starvin’ ‘round then. After dinner, Gramps would scoop out balls of melon and we would watch the Johnny Karson Show and we would just laugh and laugh and laugh. I slept in a bunk bed with my cousin.













