Day three of November’s
I am a Woman of Simplicity
Lady Katherine picking persimmons.
I was so excited after 5 years on the road working with an Aviation Co. , our persimmon trees had died. Now we have one a good size and two small persimmon trees.
My grandfather Oscar, while sitting by the fireplace to get warm. Grandpa would sit me upon his knee and rock back and forth in the old deer skin seat ladder back chair.
Then he would sing, and every time I would say sing it again Grandpa!
Possum in a persimmon tree, raccoon on the ground. Raccoon say possum throw me a persimmon down. Coon dog, baby coon,coon dog, baby coon.
Possum has a long slick tail, racoon is a hairy,
rabbit come a skipping by he has no tail to sparey.
Sing it again, Grandpa!
Persimmons in a willow star shaped basket I bought in Texas.
The persimmon seeds , when cut in half has a fork and a spoon in side