I was born in the shadow of Sand Mountain. Guntersville is literally at the foot of Sand Mountain, but culturally … Continue reading Mountain Blood
It has been almost twenty-one years since I last stepped foot on Drumossie Moor, but the impact it left on … Continue reading Where I Came From
Clay County today is probably not a lot different from the Clay County of the nineteenth century, at least in … Continue reading Down a dirt road…
Yesterday my Dad and I finally made our way down to Lafayette in Chambers County on our continuing search for … Continue reading Finally…Chambers County
In my continuing quest to find a link between my third great-grandfather Jesse J. Bean and the John Bean family … Continue reading Martha Ann Lucinda Bean
Recently I came across an interesting first hand account of life in Chambers County, Alabama during it’s founding in the … Continue reading John Bean
This week I stumbled across an interesting bit of information in my never ending quest to identify the parents of … Continue reading Nancy Bean….Gibbs???
Colter’s first trip to Yankee Stadium was a surreal experience for him. Ever since he was that kid learning how … Continue reading Damn Yankees
After college, life presented lots of choices for my brother, Colter. These choices came in the form of multiple major … Continue reading The Unglamorous Life
The dictionary defines perseverance as the ability to rise above challenge in spite of difficulty, obstacles, or discouragement. Simply put, … Continue reading A Common, Uncommon Journey
My third great-grandfather, Jesse J. Bean was born on April 15, 1837 or 1838, depending where you look. On his … Continue reading Will the real mother of Jesse J. Bean please stand up?
Last Saturday I took a drive to a place very dear to my childhood memories – my grandparent’s farm on … Continue reading Time Marches On…
As mentioned before, Jesse J. Bean’s early life is very much shrouded in mystery. Based on my best guess, Jesse … Continue reading April 15, 1837…I Think…
About 18 years ago I first visited the cemetery at Red Apple, Alabama. For those of you that don’t know, … Continue reading Bean There All Along…
My grandfather had a knack for storytelling. I’m not sure how he did it, but he could draw you into … Continue reading Storytelling