Gold

Back in the days that Bob can remember and I can't, the preacher came for Sunday Dinner. They were sitting on the front porch after dinner. Suddenly Daddy Mack said, "Preacher, would you like to see my gold?" Naturally the preacher wanted to see.

They went into the living room, which was off a big hall. When Daddy Mack opened the door, there were newspapers spread over the ancient carpet with about 3-4 inches of little gold-colored pellets all over the floor. The preacher gasped and whispered, "Mr. Mack, is that really gold?"

"Well, at two dollars and a half a bushel, it may as well be," Daddy Mack said. It was crimson clover seed, spread to dry.


Today, Farmer Danny was transferring today's gold -- corn stored in the corn bin.