[Write14u]

Originally Posted by torchiegirl

playin' in the red georgia mud

We got plenty of that red clay over here in Alabama too.
Some of my fondest memories revolved around playing ball. My socks had a permanent red tinge around the ankles.

Two stories:
1) I also had a permanent tan that ended at my ankles. I would go to chuch (excruciating time spent in a dress because of the church beliefs) and there was this one lady who always teased me about my tan line. Loved that lady dearly. That was our running joke.

2) I remember being 8 or 9 and our church was building a parsonage next door. My sister and I slipped outside to check it out and umm, stepped about knee-deep into red Alabama mud. We spent the entire church service trying to get red mud off black patent leather Mary Janes (I think that's what they are called) and out of those white lacy turndown socks. Yeah, we got our asses blistered when we got home.