Jimmy Crack Corn
My very best friend when we lived on North 25th was Mary Jo. She lived across the street.
In her backyard was an old barn. Her Grandpa Joe puttered around in there most of the time. We were forbidden to go up there because it wasn't safe. A forbidden place is an exciting place to go. Whenever we got a chance we had to sneak up in that old barn. I can't describe the wonders, plus the spiders, cobwebs, dirt, a child's favorite things. And there was this old-time record player. It did not use electricity; all you had to do was crank it up. One of our favorites was this song, "Jimmy Crack Corn"; another was "The Blue Tail Fly".
