Come walk with me down memory lane. This old dirt road holds the secret of childhood memories and leads us back into the past.
My earliest memories were from living on the farm in Elsanor, Alabama. Our family was comprised of two brothers and five sisters. I was number five in the bunch. We were all sent out to play and told not to return home until it got dark or Mama called us home. The older siblings had to take care of the younger ones and not let them get into trouble. This was no easy feat since we were all barefoot and running wild.
I grew up in a time when everyone looked out for each other. It was safe to be outside playing. You knew better than to get into trouble because Mama would find out before you got home. Small town life had its perks for children growing up. We grew up without electronics or even television for a while. The world was our playground and the sky was the limit for our imagination.
We would roam the property playing and pretending. When there was work to be done, we all had to pitch in and get it done. There was no complaining or you got a whipping for sure. The property encompassed one hundred and sixty-five acres so it could be easy to get lost. Daddy always laid out the crops to run East to West. We were always told that if we got lost, follow the rows home. The rows either took us to the house or to this field road so we could get home. This worked really well when you were in the cornfield and could not see the house.
I had forgotten this lesson in life until yesterday. I captured an image that showed the rows leading to the