Of the pics Mike sent this is my favorite. Here lies the memory of my early childhood. The pic is of my father’s brother, his brother’s wife and youngest son in their front yard, however looking in the background there are two farm buildings that happen to be part of my mother’s homestead.
When I speak at fellowship meetings I state I was not raised by a family, I was raised by a clan. Maybe I should say I was raised by two clans.
Author: harold