Daddy and Mama moved us from our home on 3rd Ave in Atmore to our new home here at Barnett Crossroads Alabama on Thanksgiving weekend 1945.
What a memorable time that was for me. I was heading towards my 5th birthday and growing like kudzu.
My memories of my early life seem to come from dramatic events......moving day was dramatic.
Mama scrambled us some eggs and fried flapjacks in a cast iron skillet in the hot coals of the fireplace. The reason was because the woodburning stove had been disassembled and loaded onto the trucks for hauling out to our new house.
The day was early and rushed...