You know life has a way of changing and it might not be anything at all like you imagined it would be. I have always been a Southern girl living in rural South Carolina, and loving every minute of it. I came from a family of five children. We were all a handful and were like doorsteps one right after the other.
As a child I remember loving everybody and everything. It did not have to be the finest things just anything. I thought then just as I do now, that God has given us so much to be thankful for and that is what we should do.
We were not a wealthy family but we were so blessed. My father had been in WWII a hero to me always, In later years I was to find out he and all of those WWII era soldiers were indeed heros. He had not been out of the service for many years when he married my mother. She was a beautiful woman with long dark hair and blue eyes. She still is beautiful. We moved around a lot back then. This is one very small house that is now falling down that we lived in for a short while. Recently the property owners cut the timber off of the land and this is what we saw. This little two room house with a fireplace in each room holds so many fond memories for me. Notice the tree it is so unusual how it grew around the house.
Daddy built boats in the yard and it reminded me of him building those boats when Gibbs on NCIS was always working on the boat.
I am standing in one of daddy's hand built boats. This picture was taken at this little house.
1958 these were our dogs then "Tippy" and "Spot"
Taken at this little house
My Uncle, my Grandmother Johnson, & my Daddy
Daddy's birthday cake
I remember it was at this little home.
You see I am the oldest of 5 and remember living in this little house. A few of my siblings, well one in particular, would rather forget they lived in this tiny little house. It is because they were infants and too tiny to remember the fun. I would have tea parties outside with my little sisters. The next oldest brother would act like he was Daniel Boone out with a tricyle and coon skin cap hunting for bear. Frankly I think there were bear there along with many other animals and snakes.
I remember a wonderful Christmas spent here. I remember we hung socks on the fireplace. When we had stockings in later years, we did not use them. The socks were more fun so we stuck to that and loved every minute of it, proper or not.
I thank God for our childhood and for all of his blessings. This little house is just so very special to me.
The tiny house falling down. Memories!
There is beauty in everything if you take the time to look.
You may see an awful brick mess.
I see stockings hung and beautiful fire. Remember roasting marshmallows on a coat hanger.
Grandmother and Granddaddy Johnson lived on that farm. They lived in the white plantation house with the wrap around porch. A beautiful home it was indeed. That is why we lived in the little tenant house for a short while. I love it.
Memories last forever.