Old Dude
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...and what made you who you are?
I thought I would start a thread where we all could tell a little bit about ourselves and post pics that show where we came from.
I grew up in rural Kentucky on the Tennessee border in an area that sits along Lake Cumberland and the Cumberland River. The majority of work and commerce there revolves around agriculture and timber. My family was always very poor, so hard work and the understanding that if you wanted something you had to work and earn it was something passed down through the generations. By the time I was 15, I had bought and paid cash for my first car. That is something I have always been proud of. Nothing ever means as much as something obtained through your labor.
This pic shows my maternal family. My mother sits on my grandpa's lap. He was a farmer and also mason when he had to work away from the small acreages they ever owned. My grandmother stayed home to raise the kids and take care of the housework. I can still remember seeing the headless bodies of freshly killed chickens thrashing about and smell the terrible smell of them being scalded when dunked in the old iron kettle and the boiling water. That smell is something you never forget. The only thing that lasts longer are the morals and pride of providing for one's family through sweat and determination.
I hope you will share your story with me now.
I thought I would start a thread where we all could tell a little bit about ourselves and post pics that show where we came from.
I grew up in rural Kentucky on the Tennessee border in an area that sits along Lake Cumberland and the Cumberland River. The majority of work and commerce there revolves around agriculture and timber. My family was always very poor, so hard work and the understanding that if you wanted something you had to work and earn it was something passed down through the generations. By the time I was 15, I had bought and paid cash for my first car. That is something I have always been proud of. Nothing ever means as much as something obtained through your labor.
This pic shows my maternal family. My mother sits on my grandpa's lap. He was a farmer and also mason when he had to work away from the small acreages they ever owned. My grandmother stayed home to raise the kids and take care of the housework. I can still remember seeing the headless bodies of freshly killed chickens thrashing about and smell the terrible smell of them being scalded when dunked in the old iron kettle and the boiling water. That smell is something you never forget. The only thing that lasts longer are the morals and pride of providing for one's family through sweat and determination.
I hope you will share your story with me now.