How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood
When fond recollections presents them to view
The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wildwood,
And ev’ry loved spot which my infancy knew.
I was born at Selma’s Place on Tanner Bridge road, but we moved to the “7th Place” before I was one year old. The farm I grew up on was 140 acres. It had three springs. One was at the edge of the southwest woods so we never saw it much but the other two were close by. One lay in the ravine to the south and the other in the ravine to the north. The farm animals drank from these. The south spring ran on down to what we called the first waterfall and then on down through the Watergate to the second waterfall. This is were we liked to fish and sometimes swim. Further down from the second waterfall was a real good swimming hole. Erosion has changed all of this since I was small, but the springs are still there.
We had an area of flat, blackish rocks, like someone poured bumpy concrete, to the top of the west hill on our land. We played house here a lot. One of the rocks formations looked like a bed with pillows.