"The past is never dead.
It's not even past."
William Faulkner

Old Country stores . . .

Left behind . . .

Rocking on the porch after a hot day in the fields . . . Mmmm . . . taste that juicy melon . . .

Baptisms in the river.

Cooling off in Tiger Creek.

The children make some "home-made" music.

Return to Doc's story about Bettye Williams