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The old farm house we lived in as a child had an ‘L’ shaped front porch. On one end, dad had made a place to put the cotton that was picked, until there was enough to take to the cotton gin. My heart would beat with excitement as the pile . . . → Read More: Reminiscing-Going to The Cotton Gin This is Union Baptist Church, Fort Payne, Alabama. Dad is the sixth one from the right, on the back row. I think this picture was taken about 1930′s. Dads brother, Phil Clark was the pastor. He had 17 children.
. . . → Read More: Reminiscing-Going to Church Being a typical boy on the farm, it seems like all that ‘work’ and play made me constantly hungry. But, I could always trust my mama to have some food stashed away to feed us hungry kids. The old wood cook stove was a favorite place to gather around on a cool fall afternoon. Since . . . → Read More: Reminiscing-Pinto Beans and Cornbread
Under the Big Oak Tree There was this big oak tree in our front yard when I was growing up. If that tree could talk, I’m sure it would tell you of the many ‘bank robbers, and cow thieves” that me and Hopalong Cassidy hung from its branches. . . . → Read More: Reminiscing-The Old Oak Tree My four older sisters and I were raised on a farm in Northeast Alabama. I was the youngest child and the only boy. Our lively hood depended on how good the crops were. If the crops were good, it was new clothes and new shoes in the fall of the year, and maybe some . . . → Read More: Reminiscing-Praying For Rain Some of my fondest memories as a child was when we would gather around the old fireplace. We lived in a log house that consisted of the living/bedroom with two beds in opposite corners. Thats where the fireplace was at. There also was the kitchen with the wood burning cook . . . → Read More: Reminiscing-Around the Fireplace Living on the farm as a young lad always had its adventures. My father cut railroad ties for the railroad, and I would help…I think. When my dad would cut the tree, and get the log sawed into the right length, he would hook the trace chains to the log . . . → Read More: Reminiscing-The Mule and Railroad Ties Soldier Boy When I was about 6 or 7 years ( in this pic ) my oldest sister worked in the hosiery mill. Every two weeks on her payday, we would get up early Saturday morning, walk about half mile, catch the bus, and ride the 8 miles to town. . . . → Read More: Reminiscing-The Good Ol’ Days |
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