THE DUNKING
By Wilton Strickland
During the spring of 1938, a couple of months before I turned 4, I was
in the fields on a hot, sunny afternoon with Daddy and a couple of my older
brothers, who were preparing the fields for the year's tobacco crop. The
farm was in Wake County, NC, at the end of a mile-long dirt road off Poole
Road and is now paved and known as Hodge Road. We were across a thickly
wooded area a mile or more from the house.
When I became thirsty, Daddy told me to go down to the spring to get a
drink of water. The spring was in the woods between two steep hills not far
from the fields and was often used by the family as a source of good
drinking water when working on that part of the farm. The water was always
clear, cold and flowing profusely from within the side of the hill. A round
depression about 2 feet in diameter and about a foot deep had been dug at
the spring to form a sort of basin. There were many small rocks on the
bottom of the basin and larger rocks around the perimeter. A small, dry
gourd with a long, straight handle always hung on a tree nearby to be used
as a dipper from which to drink.
As I started into the woods toward the spring, Daddy yelled to me, "Be
careful! Don't fall in! We don't have time for a funeral!" He always said
that when we were about to be in a bit of danger. He said it in sort of a
joking manner, but he was serious about wanting us to be careful.
At the spring, I ignored the dipper and got down on my hands and knees
intending to drink directly from the small pool of cold water like an animal
and promptly tumbled headfirst into it! It was quite a shock, of course,
and I came up gasping for air and screaming for Daddy. Because of the thick
woods and steep slope between us, though, he could not hear me.
I walked back up the slope and through the woods to Daddy, dripping a
trail of water and whimpering all the way. He tried to comfort me a bit,
but what I really needed was dry clothes. Neither he nor one of my
brothers could leave the field to take me home. I walked alone back through
the woods to the house, where Mama helped me change clothes and gave me lots
of warm hugs.
----- Original Message -----
From: "Rich Thomas via Mercedes" <[email protected]>
To: "Mercedes Discussion List" <[email protected]>
Sent: Wednesday, August 06, 2014 10:23 AM
Subject: [MBZ] Interesting Wilton mail issue
The new list "feature" has replies going to the sender and the list. I
guess I replied to something Wilton had sent, and it got sent to him too,
only it didn't. Looks like his rr ISP is rejecting a lot of mails to his
account due to "Too many recipients received this hour":
This message was created automatically by mail delivery software.
A message that you sent could not be delivered to one or more of
its
recipients. This is a permanent error. The following address(es)
failed:
[email protected]
SMTP error from remote mail server after initial connection:
host cdptpa-pub-iedge-vip.email.rr.com [107.14.166.70]:
452 Too many recipients received this hour. Please see our
rate limit policy athttp://postmaster.rr.com/spam#ratelimit .:
retry timeout exceeded
So RR limit how many emails he can get per hour? Wow. He probably won't
get this then.
--R
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