Of course ya'll know that i dont remember those events, but was told of them later. However i do remember that in 1953 social programs had not worked themselves into the fabric of the old south. If you were handicapped, disabled, or down on your luck you had to depend on the kindness of strangers and family and or friends. Such was the case of "Crip" Walker, a crippled old black man that was in this rural community. I say old, he could have been in his thirties, because when you are three anyone over seven looks very old.

My grandfathers tenant house was small and decrepit. You could stand at the back door and look through the cracks of the walls and see who was standing on the front door. My mother had to go to work to help out, so my grandfather and father made a small room on the back porch for Ole Crip to sleep in. In return for this room and board he would cook and tend to us three boys. Later i will tell you of the delicious black eye peas that he could cook. But now I would like for you to take a look at the pen and ink drawings and paintings on turkey feathers that I did. If you are interested in purchasing these contact me at persimmondog@graceba.net for availability and prices,