Humans live and die even Uncle Inman

Tonight’s Historical Photo:

Thousands of books found in a cave, mostly Buddist. These were

hid for 900 years. Mostly written on silk.

Drum roll-- Great Granddaughter's name is

   Rosemary Elizabeth Darnell....

Now for tonight's blog:
Life goes on. Babies are born and an old person passes or heads for assisted living. We old folk used to pass away from 55-75 years of age. I remember as a child I used to think my great grandpa Hilley was at least 150 years old. He was probably 70.
LOL. Shucks, I just checked, he was much older than I was thinking. He was born 1866 died 1952 he was 86 when he died. That surprises me, none of his children lived to be that age. He out lived all his children except one. My Uncle Inman lived to be a little older.
I could never forget Uncle Inman. When we visited Great Grandpa Hilley, he had 2 bedrooms, at night we were farmed out or slept on the floor. Uncle Inman liked me. He lived in a shot-gun house on the Hilley property. It did not have screen doors but the front door and back doors were wide open for the cooler air.
He musta never threw away a Prince Albert Tobacco can. There were stacks of them in the 2x4 walls (no drywall or wood on the inside of the house.)  You could actually see thru the cracks in the walls. I slept with him in a wood frame bed on a ‘feather tick’ (feather mattress). It was nothing but a big muslin sack, filled with feathers. He was fat, and I could not help but roll down against him as he snored. I usually slept well but one night I heard a ghost run thru the house. In just a few minutes a whole pack of dogs ran right thru the house one was barking. Uncle Inman did not stir.
I felt pretty good and went to sleep. After all, the dogs chased the ghost out. Inman told me the next day, it was a fox, and they like to try to throw the dogs off the trail by running thru here. I was about 6, I liked that idea better than a ghost. LOL
Back when there were no nursing homes or assisted living there was the county home. A home for the penniless county citizens. I don’t remember any of our family going there. They usually died too soon.
It shocks me to think I have reached 79 next month and my sister Shirl has made it to 81. We are the last of Mama & Daddy’s family of 7 children. 


Life gets confusing as you age.

Nite Shipslog

 LIFE FROM THE SEAT OF A TRACTOR ---

AN OLD FARMER'S WORDS OF WISDOM:

Letting the cat out of the bag is a whole lot 
       easier than putting it back in.

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A  '50's Merc Custom. I think this would be a 1953 Merc