I once wrote a rather large blog containing my autobiography called “Musings Of An Old Man”. I’ve since taken it down to make a fresh start of it.
This is that fresh start.
This is open to anyone and everyone interested in Eastern North Carolina life in the fifties and sixties on a small farm. I lived in a community aptly named Small. Not much imagination was put into that, I suppose. I have since learned that a man whose last name was Small is where the name came from.
If you find my grammar or English usage in general a horror to read, please overlook. I’m writing it like I think it. That was much the way we said things back then. Double negatives, mispronunciation of words were all a part of the smart, but largely uneducated people of the area at the time. There were schools, but the culture of the people overrode the “learning” of the day.
Looking forward to reading this blog.