Song of my Life

This is the cookshack, which is still standing. Obviously. In front of it, you’ll see a well. I don't really know any stories about this well, but I do know a story about an outhouse, which I could not locate to capture on film. One summer night, during an annual family reunion, my mom and her grandmother went over to the outhouse together. Mamaw went in first, and after doing her business, came back out. My mom went in next, screamed, and ran out. Legend has it, Mamaw opened the door and looked back in to discover that she had just pottied next to a giant snake, which was coiled up on the seat right next to her. Thus began my fear of snakes, twenty years prior to my birth.