When I was a little girl my parents and I moved into a house that was directly across the street my from grandparents and uncle.
Shortly after that they moved to Florida.
We made the drive to Florida many times over the years to visit.
I remember as a teenager saying our goodbyes after visiting. I would sit in the back seat of my parent’s car and try to hide my silent tears.
5 years ago my grandmother and uncle bought land in Tennessee and built a cabin.
3 times we have been able to visit. To give my children time with their Great~Grandmother and Great~Uncle fills my heart.
I can only hope they will hold on to these memories always like I have and will. The horn my uncle made to call his dog, Blue. Blue passed away not too long ago and now he has a horn for their new dog Sam.Blue’s grave. He buried him with his rope leash still around his neck with the leash coming out of the ground.My uncle camps here in their woods.Their neighbor’s shop.
Stray dogs are everywhere you turn. They chase your car as you drive by. Many are injured, have only 3 legs. When we visited the shop above there were several dogs hanging out there. One had a snake bite on his leg and could not walk. The Little Rascals on TV.I’m forever thankful and grateful that we were able to visit once again.