Patricia Taylor
Bio
I am an Baldwin county Alabama native who was born before electricity was common in houses and water was from a hand pump on the porch with an outhouse in the back yard.
I am a retired RN with 55+ years of experience. I have stories
Stories (2/0)
Flowers in the Journey of life
As I have gotten older I often reflect back on my parents and the kind of people they were. My dad, I think was a thistle, tall, handsome, and prickly. He was raised on a farm surrounded by relatives and people he had known since birth; families that had been through hard times together. Seventeen families had moved all of their livestock and house hold goods from the cotton land of East Alabama when the boll weevil destroyed their cotton, their major source of income to the East side of the Alabama Delta. When my mother met him he was a trapper of furs. In others words, he was just having fun and just making enough money for his own needs. He was still living at home. His idea of a date was gigging frogs and then cooking them to eat. We are talking about big swamp frogs here not everyday garden frogs.
By Patricia Taylor3 years ago in Fiction
