Success in the Eyes of a Child

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 [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]