Does your mind ever wish you'd lived in a simpler time? Life is never easy. Each day has its complicatons.
Let me show you some glimpses of yesteryear, of life in the Deep South in the 1880s. Talking about problems...
Nancy and six-year-old Tommy sat on the porch and looked into the forest.
Papa worked at a sawmill a few miles away. With money in his pocket, he walked home every Friday night, but one week he didn’t come home on time. They stared down the road with a dwindling hope he’d show up.
“I heard a gunshot," Tommy said.
Nancy laughed. “It was probably B. K. shooting hawks trying to steal his chickens.”
“No, ma’am.” Tommy pointed to the left. “The Barneses live that way, but the shot came from the other direction.”
Tommy’s words sent a chill through her body. |
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