Old memories from a small Carolina village, circa 1936.

In the months of May and June there was always a riot of color.  Young girls would often stroll through the fields and pick wild flowers.  They would weave these flowers into garlands, sometimes worn like a necklace or other times fashioned into a crown. 

Meanwhile, the boys would be catching June bugs.  They were often quite large, and the usual practice was to tie a thread to one of its legs and let it fly, kite fashion, above your head.

What fun we had!