WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 9, 1953 It rained today. Finally. You’d think it would be snowing this time of year, but it’s still awful warm for December. This here drought has sure made it hard for farmers. I know they’s grateful for this little bit of rain. Aunt Ethel Mae told me she read in the Gazette that farmers hope we’ll get lots of snow during the winter so’s they’ll have dark, moist soil for planting in the spring. I been adding that to my prayers. In geography class, we learned about deserts, where it hardly ever rains. Mr. Hinkle told us some states in this country have deserts. The pictures in my textbook put me to mind of what I always thought Mars would look like. Gran taught me and BJ about the stars and planets when we sat out on the porch of an evening. Me and BJ liked to make up stories about the folks that live there. I wonder iffen people who live in deserts have green skin like the ad for a movie about Mars I seen in front of a picture show one time. I hope West Virginia don’t turn into a desert.
