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DaSheik mentioned something in a comment on another post that, 'at family reunions now, there are few young folk, just 'us' old folk.' (speaking for himself!)I had a wonderful mom and dad that I am sure they had a very colorful life, but I failed to learn many specifics. I hope you still have parents or even an aunt or uncle or two who can tell you more about your family. My dad was born in 1903. It wasn't until long after his death that I learned he was named for Frank James. I learned that from his brother Jessie. TRUE. Dad was from a family of 14 kids.I waited too late to ask, but I asked mama shortly before she passed, Mama what kind of horses did you and daddy have?YOu would have thought I was stupid the way she looked at me, Horses? Son horses were for folks up in the papers. YOur daddy had a pair of matching Roman Nosed Mules. They could plow all day and still take us to town if we needed to go. Horses would have been dead.Well at least I learned that. Now I know why Festus rode a mule! LOLBut since that time I have made notes for my sons. I know they will be 70-80 before they care, but one day they will want to know about their mama and maybe me.If you have parents alive, ask them. You will want to know more before you die. Also do your kids a favor make some notes that they may not read now, BUT THEY WILL LATER! Just a little note from experience. Some facts but mostly just my [email protected]/

I think someone said something like this: Every time a person dies, a library vanishes. That person is not only a repository of history, but is also a CONFIRMER of things that you may recall. Do you remember...? And often they will tell you they do...or that it was different than you remembered it...or you will help THEM remember it.

Strange this comes up now. A cousin died this week. I only have two 1st cousins left on my fathers side.I have not seen them since I was a child. Their mother, my fathers youngest sister moved to Tampa just after high school and she died in her 30's. I only her daughters a few times. I do not know how to get in touch with them to let them know our cousin died.If you live in the Tampa are and know Penny and Peanut let me know. Recorded Sermons @ www.pastorwiley.com

I appreciate that comment A.Scott. I have never heard that but that is one true statement. Some facts but mostly just my [email protected]/

I wish I could have talked to my paw paw before he died about those things. My dad has some stories about his grandfather I always like to hear. One in particular about how he would watch the kids and start laughing. Something was wrong with him and he became mute but he could still laugh and dad said when he knew the kids were about to get in trouble he would start to laugh until tears would roll down his face. Maybe that is where I get my sense of humor

When I was young, my dad rarely talked about his youth. He did tell some stories, but in recently years, when I went to see him, he'd tell story after story. My uncle who passed away a couple of years back at '95 would tell stories, as well. I mentioned this earlier, but a lot of stories about life in the mountains, back where the roads were poor and dangerous and young men had started getting automobiles, often involved a brand and model number of a car and where someone turned it over. My dad had a story about turning a car over, landing on the wheels, and he could still drive the thing. They don't make them like they used to. An aunt was telling me about the family horse when she was a child, how she and her sister would ride it around, too. My dad took me to the church my granny was buried at and described the property with the trees and horses tied off, and excited revivalistic Baptist preaching, and the pot lucks after church, back when he was young

Daddy had one story I did not pay enough attention to. He was on the finance committee at the General Assembly. Mid '20s or early 30's. Monies collected then stayed in cash only a few checks. The money from the Assembly was taken back to Cleveland I assume. Banking was different then. Three cars were in the finance caravan. He was in the lead car and knew the roads back to Cleveland. Leaving he was waved down by a man in a suit who identified himself as a rep of the General Overseer. Giving directions for the cars to take back. He went back to the other cars and gave instructions.When he was out of sight of the starting place he said something did not feel right. He pulled over and talked to the other drivers. They prayed.They all felt something was wrong so they followed dad the way he had planned to go. The next day the General Overseer was shocked. He had not given anyone directions to change the route. I wish I had paid more attention to the tale, year etc. Some facts but mostly just my [email protected]/