Part 2 The Journey begins in Arkansas

Following the path of life

10/18/2025

My life began near this part of the Little Red River near Garland AR. I was born not too far from there. My Father had moved to this area to homestead property. The project was designed to offer those who would live here and improve the land an opportunity to claim it as homestead property. My father joined with his brother in a joint venture to do just that. He moved his family (wife and three children) onto the property and began to improve the property. There was and artesian spring of water that flowed constantly so water was not an issue. My sister told me that Daddy built a place in the spring in order to store milk and other perishable items. My siblings consisted of two siters (Gerry and Dee) and my brother Charles. They helped to grow vegetables on the property that Daddy had cleared off. The house they lived in had two bedrooms so they had to readjust sleeping arrangments wnen a friend moved in to help with the work. Since the house was located a good distance away from the main road there was no transportation to the local school, so my mother had to homeschool the older children. Later Daddy visited the school and a bus was scheduled to provide transportation to school. Still there was a challenge getting to the road due to the distance. When it rained the road became muddy with the black dirt common to this part of Arkansas. I was told that they would then ride mules to the bus stop. There wa also an apochral story about someone falling of their mule into the mud, causing the other two to laugh. The one who fell off had to return home to get clean clothes.

On April 3, 1937, I joined the family. Later my gradfather passed away and my mother and children moved back to Louisiana. I will post some photos of the family taken during that time. My sister Gerry has written a book about our experiences there. It is worth every penny to those who would like to purchase it.