Climb, climb up Sunshine Mountain, heavenly breezes blow.
Climb, climb up Sunshine Mountain, faces all aglow.
I sang lustily and proudly as I went back and forth in my swing. It had been such a fine day, starting early when Peggy Shaw and I smashed our paper caps on a perfectly flat rock in the gully. Bang! We had caused our own explosions! “Happy Fourth of July!” we yelled.
Did I know what that meant? Not really. It was 1947, and we lived in Anvil Points, a
