During the second rain here at the RV Port, I was in our little aluminum building. As a matter of fact I was in the same building during the first rain. I enjoy the sound of rain on the roof. The only way you can hear a good rain is on a metal roof. I like to hear it.
(From the blog, I love to hear rain on a tin roof)
I remember when I visited North Georgia and Great Grandpa Hilly’s , if we were there over night, I had to spend the night with Uncle Inman, a bachelor. He had a tin roof with no insulation to keep the noise down. I loved to hear the rain, it always put me to sleep.
Amazing how the ‘Old’ folk thought. Grandpa had no reservations about handing me a 22 rifle and a few shells. He gave me a lesson in loading the single shot rifle and what direction I could shoot. Then said, “now git and bring back some meat.”
At six years old I felt grown up. I heeded his advice, but never hit a squirrel. Later Daddy said if you would have hit anything it would have been luck, the barrel was bent and the only thing it was good for was killing the hogs in the fall. I was still amazed that Grandpa expected me to understand and honor his directions. What a man, my Great Grandpa. That was always a strange thing to me, I never knew my grandpas, they died early, but I remember a Great grandpa.
location of Sander's Peaches,
2101 Filbert Hwy. (Hwy. 321),
We lived in North Carolina, so the trips to mom and dad’s old home places around Toccoa, Georgia was a real treat. Driving thru SC during peach season we always stopped and bought a bushel to eat and share. I loved the road side stands and looked forward to the stop.
Paul Anderson, the strongest man in the world is from Toccoa.
Thanks for coming this way.
It is said that if you line up all the cars in the world end-to-end, someone would be stupid enough to try to pass them.
Speaking of cars:
looks like about a 1959 Caddy.