The first thing that I remember about my Daddy is trying to walk behind him as he plowed the garden and step in his big shoeprints. I think I was about four years old at the time. Of course I had to jump from one shoeprint to the next one because his stride was so long. Daddy was a farmer at heart but had to go to work in the cotten mills in North Carolina to support his family. The farming roots never died in him. No matter where we lived and we lived in many places, he always had his garden. All the neighbors loved him because his garden was so big and always so healthy, he had a huge surplus to share with them and he loved doing it. When my two boys were growing up they loved to follow Grandpa as he plowed the garden and I would see them jumping from one shoeprint to the next, just as I did when I was little.

My Daddy only had a sixth grade...  Read More

I do not understand why people will just dump a dog or cat when they no longer want them, why not take them to a shelter? We have four dogs that found us and the other day a dog showed up at my son's house next door. He tried to lead it to where he thought it came from, but the next morning it was in front of the barn at my house. I started crying and took it food and water, you would have thought that it was starving to death they way that it gobbled up the food. I talked to my son and asked him if he wanted to take her to the vet's office to see if they could find her a home and I just couldn't keep her since we have the four dogs and four cats. He decided that he would keep her. We could tell that she had recently had puppes, I guess that is why she was dumped, the Good Lord only knows what happened to the puppies.

A few days later we took her...  Read More