Eighty years ago today, my father was born. He was the next-to-the-youngest of 13 children conceived and raised by a God-fearing, hard-working couple living in rural north West Tennessee and, later, North Mississippi. Like many of his era, Dad was educated in segregated schools, served his country during the Korean War, returned to complete his college education, went to work, […]
This One’s for YOU, DAD
Gone, But NEVER Forgotten
In my previous blog, I alluded to my granddaughter’s birthday (she was 1 on July 8). My father, who ascended in January 2001), was also born in this month (he would have been 80 on the 23rd). Lord willing, my family, friends and I will gather together around that date to remember him and celebrate the life he lived.