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Boyd S. Ray, Douglas Kincaid Appalachian Heritage, Volume 22, Number 3, Summer 1994, pp. 5-7 (Article) Published by The University of North Carolina Press DOI: https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.1994.0090 For additional information about this article https://muse.jhu.edu/article/437205/summary Access provided at 19 Feb 2020 21:15 GMT from JHU Libraries Letters to the Editor Dear Editor: I thought you might like to read about the time some boys and I pulled a clever watermelon highjacking for some of the best melons we ever ate in our lives. Back during the 1920s and 1930s, when I was growing up here in Mountain City, Tennessee, people did not raise watermelons in their gardens. Oh, a few people tried it, every now and then, but generally they did not grow well because of the altitude and cool weather. Our watermelons came from down below the Blue Ridge Mountains in North and South Carolina. Somebody had to haul them into our area, of course, but some people had trucks and made a business of hauling and selling watermelons in season. At any special occasion in the mountains during the summer and fall—such as an election, circuit court, a big tent revival meeting, or a family reunion—there would always be
Appalachian Review – University of North Carolina Press
Published: Jan 8, 2014
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