As I get older, I realize that my grandchildren and even my children don’t know that much about me. This blog and several others are to fill in some of those gaps. There was my house, the barn, the horses, the swimming pool, the airplane. Going to school. Meeting my one and only. And more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Imagine – country and city are two different colors. In the beginning, my life begins in the country. Then, when country and city combine, they become a different color.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My Mother lived in the country. My Dad was from the city (Atoka). I remember my Mother saying how nice my Grandma Walker treated I remember playing in the hedge (privet) by our house. We rolled down the grassy hill between our house and Grandma Walker’s house on the other side. We climbed the \u201cmonkey tree\u201d (Mimosa Tree) that Mother got from her Mother. Life was good.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mom and Dad built a house north of Atoka, Tennessee. The closest house to ours was the Brooks family’s house. We enjoyed our hill.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I remember Mom saying that Dad designed the house. He designed it to have three bedrooms because there were two children at the time and the loan allowed for a bedroom for each child. My little brother was born in this house. I spent the majority of my childhood in this house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Dad built a pole barn. He made a fence out of 4×4 posts with holes drilled in them for the slats. Long lengths of rusty round steel poles, welded together created the slats for the fence. In the pasture roamed lotsof horses.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Whitey was the first \u201chorse\u201d. Amy is the first born. So,Whitey\u00a0belonged to her but nobody knew the difference. We all rode Whitey as if she were our own. Whitey was a solid white Shetland Pony. We loved her; she was sort of part of the family. Whitey looked just like the pony in this video:<\/p>\n\n\n\nYou See, Dad Designed Our Private House in the Country<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
Now You See, Being in the Country, Dad Bought Horses<\/h2>\n\n\n\n