I don’t have a good visual memory. I know people who can actually see memories from way back with considerable accuracy. I can’t. So I have been hoping to find more pictures of the property back in South Carolina, the one with the block house on it. Here’s one of the better ones I have found so far.
We are sitting on the property line between our place and Grandma’s place. If you squint a little into the sun there you can make out the side of Grandma’s house. So that’s how close we were to her place. Not all that far across a field of low lying weeds. I don’t ever remember anything being grown on purpose in that field, just naturally occurring weeds.
As you can see—a little bit—a line of trees ran along the property line, and not that far on to the left and back from the property line a little was the well. That’s where we got our water. The earth around that that well was always a bit muddy. I used to walk in that mud barefoot because I liked the feeling of it. There must have been a leak somewhere.
The one of us to the left is brother, Steve, and the little guy, seated on the block, is brother, Dave. He looks at least a year old, maybe 18 months. So the picture must have been taken in 53 or 54. We are barefoot per usual. A pair of shoes is a terrible thing to waste.
I am there but completely blocked out.
Looks as if we are doing some pretend thing, maybe we are pretending to camp out. Though I don’t know why we would be doing that. But behind there—it looks as if we have constructed a tent and inside the tent appears to be a broken down palette of the kind used to carry brick and block about. Seems as if where ever we lived one or more of those things could be found lying about or leaning up against a wall.
Somewhere right along there, more to our right, I think was a good sized persimmon tree. I ate some of those once that were a little on the green side and got a stomach ache out of it.