Actually the house below is the one I grew up in! This was taken in 1973...a lifetime ago. The lumber for the house came from our property, my parents had a couple friends that were carpenters--one laid the block foundation. And if I am remembering what I was told correctly, they helped get it framed. But my brothers and all of us helped with all the rest of it. I was not even in school, but I was given a block with sand paper wrapped around it to sand down where two pieces of dry wall were seamed together. This will always be home to me...my brother owns the place now. We go down there on an irregular basis. Hopefully when my husband retires we will have more time to go.
Instead of listening to Christmas music like normal people, I made myself a new tape from songs I have downloaded over the past few months...the first four songs specifically mention Tennessee, and two of those mention Knoxville. I am not from Knoxville, and only been there a few times, but it is the nearest big city to where I grew up. Guess you can tell I sort of been homesick....and it is something that can't be cured. Because I can't go back in time.....
