![]() ![]() Based loosely on the real community, it was a place where families depended on each other for support. It was here that the fictional town of Bumblebee, North Carolina was born. After the sun faded into darkness, and fireflies blinked in the yard, everyone would gather on Grandma Estelle’s porch and listen to the old folks tell tales-funny memories, harsh realities, family treasures, and sometimes big fat whoppers. I remember hot apple pie, cold watermelon slices, and sugar sweet tea. Our breakfast milk came warm from the cow, our eggs fresh from the chicken’s nests. We used to spend summers with her in North Carolina-in the same house my dad grew up in. ![]() Many, many years later, when she was a grandmother, and it was I who was in the fifth grade, she told me her secret. No one knew it at the time, but she would sneak out each night after everyone was asleep, and write in a journal she kept hidden under the steps. ![]() In the middle of fifth grade, the girl who would grow up to be my Grandma Estelle, was forced to leave school forever so she could help on the family farm. ![]()
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