[This is the last letter I have from Aunt Carol and Uncle Felix. We skip ahead about 14 years to 1975.]
Correspondence from Uncle Felix and Aunt Carol (part 11)
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[This is the last letter I have from Aunt Carol and Uncle Felix. We skip ahead about 14 years to 1975.]
Good picture of Felix and Grandma. Look how you g she is.
I thought the same thing Jane. Felix never looked better mother never looked better, and the farm looked beautiful.
Looks like this was taken 5 years after Daddy died. They both look so young. Good picture of the boys too. I never seen Scotty with hair this long. It’s cute.
There is a very large rock formation in the open field, about in the line of Mother’s head. Naomi and I use to herd cattle in that field. We sat on those large rocks and watched them graze and kept them out of the tobacco and potato patch, that was below the rocks. I can’t think of any other reason we had to do that, because Daddy had good fences around the place. At the far end of that field was a sorghum patch. It could be we had to keep the cows out of that. We were cowgirl’s and didn’t know it. It was a very boring job. That was a wonderful farm to grow up on.
I was only on the rock formation on the southeast end of the farm one time. I knew it was there but I think I saw it one time when I took somebody lunch when they were plowing that field. I would like to see it again. Maybe somebody would take pictures. I remember it had trees growing in it, when the other one didn’t.
When I was little I used to go there and play. There were still roads that my Dad had built there for his matchbox cars when he was a boy. I don’t know what he made them with, but they were very tough. It didn’t seem as rough as cement. They might still be there.
Wish we could see that.
At the bottom of the hill, (Over Felilx’s shoulder)( from the barn strait down) There was a good spring that helped feed the creek, that was close to it. Mahlon when he came home to eat dinner after plowing or working at something with the horses, would walk them down to water. I would watch for him, and run out to the barn, and he would let me ride a horse down to water and back. Then he fed them something, and we went into the house to eat. He always took care of the horses first. Sally and Black Beauty were their names.