Texas Stories

I remember staying with Doug and Brenda in the cabin type home they built with their own two hands in east Texas...... there was no indoor plumbing. The bucket beneath the toilet seat had to be taken out back to be dumped regularly... it was raining... had been raining. And the water came up on the dirt lawn and gravel roads.....and the water was FLOWING like a river under the house.  The foundation held. My guardian angel may have been watching....... and the water stopped. And after a day or two, the water receded....