My last memory about the little rent house was when the men came. They were in an orange truck and carried tools. But the only thing they did was look through something on top of 3 tall legs. The men talked to me and my little brother and gave us water in paper cups that were shaped like cones. I felt real big talking and drinking water with the men. [...]
If you went past the little bridge, the chunk rock road went through the woods and to Mr. Tom and Mrs. Flossie’s house. They were the ones that owned the little rent house. But the woods were dark and scary. And I would never go past the little bridge by myself. But the road was downhill and sunny the other [...]
I remember the little rent house we lived in when I was too little to go to school. Not the inside too much. But I remember the yard and stuff around the outside. I like telling people I grew up halfway between Pigeon Roost and Possum Holler. My wife hates when I tell people that and says it’s embarrassing. The little rent house [...]
