I told this story, no-one else had ever heard it, at our family reunion and was amazed when one of the younger people found reference to it in the Dothan Eagle newspaper from the fifties on her phone.
My favorite watermelon is the yellow flesh kind, but you never see them any more.
When I was a kid growing up in rural Mississippi, every summer a man would come around in his Ford pick-up selling peaches, one month, then watermelons the next month. I remember a BIG striped long melon was 50 cents!......................................