
Originally Posted by
chubbyalaskagriz
When we were little, Cathy- we lived near a cemetery that had several mulberry trees. We ran around bare-footed all summer long and played in that graveyard a lot. By the end of the first month of summer vacation the bottoms of our feet were stained PURPLE from the berries! Long about August 1st Mom would announce that from here on out we needed to put on our shoes and stop going bare-footed, and each night as we soaked in the sudsy tub, Mom would scrub our feet like the dickens- chipping away at those tough stains bit by bit. She said she wasn't about to let her children go back to school w/ purple-stained feet!
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