seedcorn
Garden Master
Dad left south after returning from WWII, met mom who never left from where she was born/raised. Both retired in southern KY while work took me from Illinois to Indiana.
Seedo, don't get frustrated as family histories can be remembered differently by different people. My a Dad remembered his dad as saint-in some ways he was. Yet didn't remember his dad's history which I found out was a combination Payton Place/Hatfield-McCoys/shawshank redemption.
Seedo, don't get frustrated as family histories can be remembered differently by different people. My a Dad remembered his dad as saint-in some ways he was. Yet didn't remember his dad's history which I found out was a combination Payton Place/Hatfield-McCoys/shawshank redemption.

I inserted Patagonian genes into my heritage back in school when I first read about the area. Only in my dreams do I have real Patagonian blood running through my feet. I was immediately impressed by the early European reports of this tribe of folks with BIG FEET even though I realize that the large size was more related to the insulation stuck around their hide shoes that actual foot length.
It was tough being the tallest one in high school.
Few HS boys wanted to look up to their date. I never did get to wear a pair of saddle shoes that were all the rage. Back in those days, my only choice of shoes were penny loafers or nurses' shoes.
Bleeck! 