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The Way To Town

The Way To Town by Jan Sparkman My Ma and Roscoe's was born sisters, but they didn't speak. Ma said a was the first summer I got to take the disgrace in the family was hard to overshortcut through Cromer Woods come and she didn't want none of it without no big person along. Pap rubbing off on my sisters and me. I laughed and said the wildcats or the didn't see what that had to do with with Grandad on GiIHs Creek. That The year I was seven, Roscoe lived bears would get me, and Ma's lips got "It ain't the varmints I'm worried Roscoe, but when I asked Ma about it I did feel sorry for Roscoe thin and straight like pencil lines on a all she would say was that I'd learn tablet. such things soon enough. about," she said. "Unless you count the human kind." sometimes. Like when he'd look for his ma to come visit and she wouldn't, or when other boys went off places with house and heard Grandma singing their pa and Roscoe would be left out. "Oh, They Tell Me of a Land" as she Not that Roscoe ever let on that not washed http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

The Way To Town

Appalachian Review , Volume 12 (1) – Jan 8, 1984

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University of North Carolina Press
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Copyright © Berea College
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by Jan Sparkman My Ma and Roscoe's was born sisters, but they didn't speak. Ma said a was the first summer I got to take the disgrace in the family was hard to overshortcut through Cromer Woods come and she didn't want none of it without no big person along. Pap rubbing off on my sisters and me. I laughed and said the wildcats or the didn't see what that had to do with with Grandad on GiIHs Creek. That The year I was seven, Roscoe lived bears would get me, and Ma's lips got "It ain't the varmints I'm worried Roscoe, but when I asked Ma about it I did feel sorry for Roscoe thin and straight like pencil lines on a all she would say was that I'd learn tablet. such things soon enough. about," she said. "Unless you count the human kind." sometimes. Like when he'd look for his ma to come visit and she wouldn't, or when other boys went off places with house and heard Grandma singing their pa and Roscoe would be left out. "Oh, They Tell Me of a Land" as she Not that Roscoe ever let on that not washed

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Appalachian ReviewUniversity of North Carolina Press

Published: Jan 8, 1984

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