"WHAT DID YOU HAVE IN YOUR POCKETS?"

A few days ago when I wrote about the "Treasures" boys carry in their pockets, a blogging friend was wondering if I would tell what I had in my pockets as a boy.

I didn't tell. I don't know.

However, here is a picture of me when I was a boy. I had a ball in one hand, a catcher's mitt on the other hand and a cap on my head. My pockets? No clue! My pants look like something my mother might have made. I don't think they had pockets. My four brothers and two sisters may have thought I would grow up to be a ball player. The lady across the street, who had sons who were preachers, called me her little Baptist preacher. Well I grew up to be a preacher--but not a Baptist. That same lady asked me one day if I wanted a piece of cantaloupe. I did--very much so! She gave me a big piece sprinkled generously with salt and pepper. I didn't even take it. I went running back across the street crying.

I was a "funny" little kid. I probably didn't put anything in my pockets.

Here's a closer up view