With a connection via phone with L.C. we walked the area looking for our old house and the cotton gin that Dad operated.
I don't believe the school is the original that L.C. attended but the brick house by the school (according to L.C.) was where they lived before purchasing the house I'm looking for. A young boy (Josh) saw me taking photos and came over to talk. It turned out his family owns the old gin and he took us to the site. We got a extra view of a water moccasin hanging out in the well.
Could not find the old house, we concluded that it was destroyed by a tornado. Hanna seems to attract tornados. Our barn was destroyed when we lived there and Mom had a brick hit her on the hip while trying to get every one in the cellar.
Greg and I didn't realize that the area was actually occupied by mostly Indians, until L.C. told us that Dad was an hononary Chief. Josh said he was of native American blood. I didn't have anything to write on and have forgotten which tribe. He was giving us so much information.
Enjoy the pictures
Enjoy the pictures.
