I found this story, along with copies of transmittal letters to several magazines, in Mom’s stuff. There was even one response – a refusal. It was written in the mid-1950s and describes a place near the old family homestead on Kincaid Mountain. At that time the Uncle Remus tales were quite popular along with Disney’s Song of the South. Mom’s attempts at recreating the dialects of the south fell far short of the genius of Joel Chandler Harris, but it still makes a charming story.
One thing I found amusing in the story is the “tater patch”. While our part of Florida is known for growing potatoes, I don’t ever remember digging potatoes up at The Farm.