PATHS-The Journey Begins
In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will direct your paths. Proverbs 3:5-6
6/3/2026
It may seem to be a bit audacious to write about one's own life experiences with an assumption that others would be interested enough in what you share to read your posts to the end. Neverthless, it is my hope that as I share stories from my past, the view will offer some insight for the present as I prepare for my journey into the future. And along the way I have an expectation that my ramblings will be of value to those who take the time to read. If so, then join me on my journey with the Master, the one who directs my paths.
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 an 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 sisters (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 arrangements when 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 was also an apocryfal story about someone falling off 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 grandfather 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 titled "The Palmetto House." It is worth every penny to those who would like to purchase it.
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