Recently I visited my son, Rick, in Arkansas. The idea to record my memories came to me while on a trip with him. We were going back to Paragould and out to the farming area, looking for places where I had spent my childhood.
We were about fifteen miles outside of town, when we came upon an old, old cemetery. There was an old faced sign there with the name ‘Commisary” on it. I yelled at Rick, “Stop! This is it! This is where we went to church and spent so much time.” This place was the center of our community. Our Church of Christ was gone. The old school was gone. I had a sad and empty feeling.
We entered the cemetery. Someone was taking loving care keeping it well groomed. There were..
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Dianna365 Joined: Sep-12-2012 |
My name is Greta Jane, maiden Name Woodson, Rhodes now Putnam. My mother’s name was Harrison. I was born February 4th, 1932 in Paragould Arkansas. It was the end of the Great Depression. My story is about memories of the first nine years of my childhood spent in Arkansas.
