Acorns

These acorn 'hats' were strewn across most of the landscape that I called home in my formative years. I do recall that the acorns themselves got me into mischief on a quite a few occasions. As I recall, the day I took a pocketful into my eighth grade homeroom was not a fine day. A better memory, and something we often did, was to remove the 'hats' and with our ever-present jackknives, hollow out the bowl of the acorn, poke a small hole in its side, secure a reed with a pretty large opening and insert. Voila... a homemade pipe! After filling the bowls from our pouches of Prince Albert tobacco, we'd sit beneath the trees and puff away the afternoons. Huck and Tom had nothing on us!