It's funny what can jog a memory. There were two deep, stump filled, Fish Ponds across the road from our house that belonged to Roy Perginson, they were full of Big Bass, Bream, and Snapping Turtles. So what did a Snapping Turtle remind me of, why Softball what else? Every Sunday for the longest time we played Softball. The whole family and extended family, all the way to second and third cousins would show up at Grandma's house. There was no method to choosing a team, everybody just played with the people that they liked for the most part. Funny thing is now looking back, the whole family participated. You either played or sat around in chairs or on the ground and cheered. Roy Perginson had a big field in front of our house, and when nothing was planted there we could use it to play softball in. We never drank tea, I just realized that for the first time, Coffee for Breakfast and Grandma and Uncle Bo sometimes drank it for Supper....Uncle Bo saucered it somehow magically spilling just enough over the rim into the saucer...both held in one hand...blowing it cool before noisily sipping it down. The rest of the time we just drank well water...and luckily we had some of the coldest and best I have ever tasted. We just had one Cow and all the milk went to cooking or making Butter, Grandma made butter with an old wooden churn and decorated the top of it with one of my old wooden spoons in her unique design. Sunday would find Quart Mason Jars of well water filled with ice, laying under the shade trees. There were no Dixie cups, you just took a sip and passed the jar on...and the next person turned the jar the imaginary quarter turn to a new place to drink. Younger kids played Hide and Seek, Red Rover, Checkers...jumped rope, or just chased Chickens, what is it about chasing a Chicken that made it so much fun anyway.....