“Good Enough for the President”
The crisp white uniforms glowed against a backdrop of trees flush with the brilliant green only seen in spring. I … Continue reading “Good Enough for the President”
Category: Sand Mountain
Mountain Blood
I was born in the shadow of Sand Mountain. Guntersville is literally at the foot of Sand Mountain, but culturally … Continue reading Mountain Blood
The Day the Skies Darkened Forever
In April of 1908, my great grandmother Gertrude Daniel was a ten year old girl living in Brasher’s Chapel, a … Continue reading The Day the Skies Darkened Forever
Time Marches On…
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…
Storytelling
My grandfather had a knack for storytelling. I’m not sure how he did it, but he could draw you into … Continue reading Storytelling
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