Memories

Last Saturday evening my dad and I took the kids to see where Doc was raised. The kids enjoyed hearing a lot of stories about their grandfather that they love dearly. I have many memories as a kid visiting my great grandmothers. I remember getting peacock feathers, exploring caves, hearing her cuss(I thought Fart Blossom was a cuss word), and she and I planting weeping willow trees in the creek. As Doc is getting closer to a major milestone in his life I thought I would capture a few pictures of a place that means a lot to him.

The gate with his dads name

Docs house as a child