Not much to talk about now other than the memories, but this little house was just the place for a family to start. In a recent trip with my dad to the area where he grew up we were lucky to find the house where his ‘Uncle George” lived. This simple three room house is what Uncle George built at the time he was married over 85 years ago. It is not much by today’s standards but 85 years ago it was something. I enjoyed hearing my dad tell the stories of how he played in the adjoining fields and around the barn. I am glad he pointed out to me this house along with where his boyhood home once stood and where the family cemetery plot still stands among the pecan trees. I don’t know if I will get to visit this area much more, nor do I know if these buildings will stand much longer, but I am glad I got to see them and hear the stories which I will always cherish.