Heat, hot, heat with humidity is unknown to anyone who has not lived in the southeast. The days and the nights were filled with such as we never knew the glorious word of conditioned air. We just simply sweated our selves to sleep.
Martin Lake and the salt water bays and bayous were just as good as any air conditioner and they had to be because AC was for rich people. We walked most every where we went and this too was the only way we had to get any where. We cut grass, baby sited and anything else that would earn us a couple of bucks. I guess that you might say we lived off the sands under our feet. We were poor but we were happy in our very small world. Adventure was as much a part of our life as it was to Huckleberry Fin. Poor taught us to scratch and claw our way out from its grip into a new world of having things. Now that we have these things that always seemed to belong to others …I am not so sure we are any happier than those days of poor at Martin Lake in Parker, Florida. After all money is only dirty green paper… My way.