{"batchcomplete":"","continue":{"lecontinue":"20250626184306|92","continue":"-||"},"query":{"logevents":[{"logid":102,"ns":0,"title":"Borrowed Coats","pageid":99,"logpage":3,"revid":109,"params":{"target_ns":0,"target_title":"Borrowed Coats (book)"},"type":"move","action":"move","user":"WikiSysop","timestamp":"2025-06-26T18:55:54Z","comment":""},{"logid":101,"ns":0,"title":"Pies","pageid":98,"logpage":98,"revid":108,"params":{},"type":"create","action":"create","user":"WikiSysop","timestamp":"2025-06-26T18:54:02Z","comment":"Created page with \"{{Template:Youtube}} ====Pies ==== <poem> In 1933 hope for the future did not grow as fast as FDR had predicted  Papa's hope for a job did not grow at all  About all that grew was mulberries--  back of our house along the creek in deepest shade  the biggest berries  I ever saw bursting juicy dark  They made good pies in those hard times  Some women complained the fruit was too bland  \"Add a little vinegar\" Mama said \"and they will taste like blackberries and look the sam...\""},{"logid":100,"ns":0,"title":"My Father's Brothers","pageid":97,"logpage":97,"revid":107,"params":{},"type":"create","action":"create","user":"WikiSysop","timestamp":"2025-06-26T18:52:23Z","comment":"Created page with \"{{Template:Youtube}} ====My Father's Brothers ==== <poem> Light of foot and heavy of hair their witty tongues bonded the brothers  even when they bailed the weak one out of jail for being drunk yet steady enough  to rope and hogtie the constable of Big Muddy  They were brothers in failures as well as in triumphs  They took liberties only blood will allow joked privately and called each other Blanket Indians knowing their mother was half Cherokee</poem>  ====Notes====  --...\""},{"logid":99,"ns":0,"title":"Great Depression Tragedy","pageid":96,"logpage":96,"revid":106,"params":{},"type":"create","action":"create","user":"WikiSysop","timestamp":"2025-06-26T18:51:22Z","comment":"Created page with \"{{Template:Youtube}} ====Great Depression Tragedy ==== <poem> Kinfolk edged closer around the potbelly stove The blackjack fire blazed more fiercely red and Cousin Billy told us stories too sad to hear all true  \"Been on the bum\" he said soberly \"riding the rails hard out there Leastways I made it home Some didn't make it back Lordy, have mercy! 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