Hi folks.. i was the kid on the farm w all those goats,out lone chimney road. And had the biggest feet n shoes, in town. My dad moved to town after he retired from cotton gin over in clinton, think it was 76, thereabouts. Dads claim to fame,if u cd call it that, was that 2 tone 63 ford van he drove,and that in decent weather, if he wasnt home, look for the van along black bear or camp creeks,n if u were venturous,ya might find him. sittin on that bucket,w a bait bucket of crawdads, worms n his very stinky, stink bait,homemade. If he wanted,it seemed,he cd catch fish. And he gave out quarters at halloween.
Posted on: Wed, 29 Jan 2014 01:37:43 +0000
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