I probably should not tell this story….its on me, Mom and Dad, my brother and sister have passed on, so I guess it will be ok….I was seven or eight years old, my brother was in the Navy serving in World War II. We lived out in the country and we had a post office in the local store in Coal Fire, AL. It was almost time for the mail man to come through and pick up any outgoing mail and Mom wanted me to take a letter to my brother to the store as she wanted it to go off that day. I did not want to. She insisted. I refused. She reached for the peach tree limb she kept in the corner of the kitchen, just for me, and when I saw her reach for it, I ran…I ran fast as I could but Momma was gaining on me….ok, to even things up I decided to climb a water oak tree and I knew that would defeat her…I proceeded to climb, climbing all the way to the top…Having reached the pinnacle  of my destination, I looked to see where my Momma was on the ground…She wasn’t on the ground. She and her peach tree limb were right behind me….There was no where else to go…And all that climbing had really made my Momma mad…..Well, I got one of the worst and hardest whipping a fellow could possibly get….I made all sorts of promises to her there in the top of that tree, including a promise to take the letter to the store and to always go in the future, that I would be a good boy forever and ever….well, you know the story….My Momma loved to tell the story and to tell about the look on my face when I looked down expecting her to be on the ground when she was a couple of limbs away….So, if any of you boys are reading this, don’t run from Momma, especially if she is active and agile….Some lessons are learned better than others and some are unforgetable….Believe me on that…..So, Mothers of the world, Happy Mother’s Day…….