The Persimmon Tree
George, like most children, was supposed to stay in after dark. He later recalled, "...my brother and I would sometimes steal out to the persimmon tree. And when we went into the house there was Mrs. Carver waiting for us beside a jar of willow switches. But when she started toward me, I used to open my mouth and yell. And she would walk away rather than hear that awful yelling. When she turned her back, I would sob and stuff into my mouth a persimmon... And those persimmons did taste awful good."
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