The Melon Patch
The Mason-Jackson black families lived across the Comanche Creek in the northwest part of town. Sandy Mason Miller remembers an incident that happened once, long ago, on a hot summer's evening.
One of the highlights of a summer afternoon, or possibly evening, was "borrowing" a couple of watermelons from Judge Sam McCollum's watermelon patch. Are there any youth in Mason town that can "cast the first stone" to a little watermelon "snitching?" Remember the song, "In the Good Old Summertime?" Guess some events are just bound to happen are beyond one's control. Anyway, this is the way it happened!
It was a late Saturday afternoon and the family were still in town. Four "kiddoes" decided to have a watermelon hunt in the McCollum watermelon patch. A few, choice, ripe melons were chosen, then buried in the sand near the creek bed to keep them cool.
That evening, when the men and women folk were gathered out on the porch, one of the adults happened to mention watermelons and how good they would taste.
Immediately, before one could say "Jack Robinson," four bodies had scampered off, running toward the creek.
Needless to say, adults and children indulged in the bounty that was brought back. After that, a severe scolding to the perpetrators of Judge McCollum's melon patch!