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This picture was taken in the "breezeway" at the house they used to live in. They were shucking
corn. This was the coolest place to sit in the summer because the air just naturally blew through there.
This was a picture of them one Christmas. They just looked happy.
Every September me and Pa would go pick muscadines. This was a super bush that had really big
ones that year. We got a lot. We would take them back to the house where my grandma would help us make jelly.
Pa grilling at our cabin on the creek.
Every morning my grandparents cooked breakfast. It almost always was eggs, biscuits, and gravy with
bacon and sausage and coffee, juice, and milk to drink. My grandma would cook the eggs, they both cooked the bacon and
sausage, and then he would make the gravy. He would brown the flour so long you would think it was scorched, but it
would always have the best taste. Nobody can make gravy to this day like Pa did.
Pa feeding Snoby hamburger balls. He was sick and Pa had to give him pills and the only way
he would take them was to hide them in hamburger meat. He would sit and talk to him forever feeding him and petting him.
Pa with Snoby and Toby up in the pasture at the place they used to live at before they sold and moved
up onto the highway.
Pa opening a feed sack. I used to like to watch him open them. The way his hands would
carefully get the string and in his own way, unravel it from the sack. I never wanted to forget how his hands looked while
he was doing this.
Pa was picking blackberries out by the old chicken houses. They were really big and sweet and
my grandma was going to make us a cobbler.
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