My wife Barbara, our dog Barney and me one weekend at 'Penny Patch'. A small share-cropper house on the old place. Barbara and Barney are gone now as well as the cedar tree in front---the cabin, built in the late 1920's still stands although it was almost a victim of a spring tornado that moved the house several inches on its foundation back around 2001. I first visited the cabin back in the 1950's as a young boy with my grandmother who lived on the next hill over. At that time the Lee Jackson family (black share-croppers) occupied it. Among Lee's family was an old, very old great, great aunt who was a slave before the War Between the States. Old Aunt Lizza, as we called her told great stories of her childhood and teen years. I am blessed to have the memories of Barbara, Barney and old Aunt Lizza. Time is winding down for this old-timer, but soon I hope to see my beloved Barbara and Barney and hear more tales from that old snagged-tooth black woman--Aunt Lizza.
More thoughts about Old Aunt Lizza
More thoughts about Old Aunt Lizza
