This is the cave on my sisters property and when we first moved to the farm daddy built the cement trough to catch water which I had to go in with a bucket and carry water for our use. I was always scared to death of snakes because daddy killed a copper head snake coiled up by the trough. If fleta could she she find a way to get the trough down in her yard. Daddy built the trough in 1945.
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1945..long time ago. The cave has memories for of us...mostly scarry.
How wonderful
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