Monday, December 24, 2007
I wear the chains of life-link by link --that were forged one by one
I remember when my Mom would feed the Hobo's at the fence post--sit the beans and taters on the post but not let them in the gate. My Father worked 25 yrs. for Southern Railway and I remember we would take him to Spartanburg every Sun. to leave and pick him up every Fri. as he worked out of state most of the time.The Hobo's back then knew where my Father lived as we lived right beside the railroad tracks and knew they could get a good hot meal.We had a big farm with lots of vegtables and pigs and cows, and horses Rock and Bell --Rock would not go into the barn until Bell went in first, really!.My Father lived to an old age and he was not an engineer but laid the steel tracks all over the South-a steel drivin' man you could say. I remember once when my Father was home on the week-end all of us little girls & we were 7 and me being the youngest --shots were fired over top of us as we played catching fireflies at the well house, never have yet or before seen anyone move so fast as my Father --he ran into the house and grabbed his 12 gauge shotgun and returned fire but fortunately killed no one. I was 4 yrs, old and remember a splendid piano we had --god, the sacrifices that must of been made to buy it--and my older sis and brother and myself were playing a game and if the tune was good enough we got a slice of orange which we only had oranges on Xmas--my tune never seemed good enough--LOL. Hope u enjoy this true story
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