February 10, 2014

There are many memories of everyday life and community, as it used to be.  We never knew we would miss these plain times, we didn’t think of them giving way to the years.  There is a “sayin” my brother Walton started using years ago; he could have heard it in his youth, or most likely from our Daddy.  When we pass an old farm or home place that has served the purpose of producing crops and raising generations of family he says, “well, another old place fallen on hard times and hard ways”.