This book is an autobiography/childhood memoir/family history. The lines between categories of stories often blur, but it scarcely matters what you call it. It is written in first person from a yearning heart, and is a full-length book belonging now to the family of the author.

Scroll down below the book cover for a brief excerpt.

“Sometimes our playmates were Sherman and William Simmons. Mother made us quit playing with them when we kept getting in fights with them. They had a mean trick of shooting their B-B gun at us, would sting us badly, and shoot holes in our screen door and make dents in our woodwork. We didn’t have a B-B gun, but we kept them pretty well hemmed in with Davis’ 22 rifle.”