In the mountains of East Tennessee during the 1950s, life changed with the seasons. In late spring, winter clothes, including the dreaded long johns, were taken off and stored for the next winter. Most enjoyed was the removal of our big high-top brogans we called clodhoppers. These shoes were heavy as lead and picked up a ton of mud.
As soon as possible, going barefoot was the order of the day. Over the winter our feet had become tender. There were many ways to toughen them up, but my favorites were wading in the rocky-bottom creek and
