The Old Homestead

During my Easter visit to Arkansas, I decided to haunt the old homestead and see what was still there. The little white trailer house was my home from about age 7 to 16. It was parked out in a field at the bottom of a small hill. It also sat across the road from a cow pasture which routinely allowed bovines to escape and come wandering into our yard. I was afraid of the cows for many years. When you are 8 years old, those things are huge.

Each morning I would look for the school bus coming down this dirt road. In the afternoon, it would drop me off at the highway and I would follow this same dirt road home.