As I had mentioned earlier, Mom and Dad frequently invited their drinking friends from the bar to our house for bourbon socials or what so call BS gatherings. With a captive audience, Dad often boasted about a kid that was taken from the back hills, and in all likelihood, saved from a life of poverty.…

Junior high school consisted of grades 7 through 9. Mrs. Weathersby was my English teacher in the 7th grade. Explaining that everyone has a story to tell, one of our first writing assignments was to write our autobiography and bind it with a homemade hard binding. My initial reaction was that she didn’t know how…

Part 2 I’m going to take this moment to mention something that I should have shared in Part 1. While in Texas, where we spent our first Christmas, Mom and Dad were so excited over their first Christmas as a family now complete, they propped their new baby boy up on the couch with a…

It’s not easy growing up an only child with five sisters. How is that possible? I’m glad you asked. You are about to embark on a journey that has been one of the best kept secrets of the 20th century – The Legend of Berry Mountain. My story begins in 1953. Back up in the…

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