Category: Short Story: The Potato Field

Short Story: The Potato Field

He blew into our lives in late August, 1952, a tramp with a green rucksack and long, brown braids framing a weathered face. He slanted me a gap-toothed grin and tipped his hat to my mother. “Afternoon, ma’am,” he said. The Farmer’s Almanac had predicted a good year for […]