This one brings tears to my eyes. This is now my little white house...my great grandmother built it. In 83 my papaw, mamaw and uncle Bill lived there. That's my papaws truck. He passed away 3 years later. The house has been added onto. The barn is gone now too.

I have many great memories of visiting my Mamaw and Uncle Bill here. Though I was young I also have memories of working with my grandad on the surrounding land. Sad that I am no longer able to carry on with those same activities on this family land.