


My grandparents made their first home on land in what is now known as Terry's Gap, they owned 100's of acres of land here. My dad and his first wife also made their first home on a part of this land. I remember my dad saying some of this land sold for 50 cents an acre. It is mountain land but I can't imagine a price that low. My cousin in West Virginia is the only one of the family who still owns any of this original homeplace. She still owns 100 acres.
The 2nd home place was located in Fruitland and I remember this old house. I spent many hours in it as my cousin's wife used to look after us for my parents when they needed a babysitter. The old house had a shiny tin roof and I remember the loud sound of rain pounding on that roof. My cousin and his wife lived here until the old house burned down. They built a new brick house in the same spot and it is still there although now we are wondering what will happen to that house as my cousin's daughter passed away last year before she could retire back to the old house from Georgia.


The above left picture is my uncle Homer doing what he did best ! (enjoying the ladies)
In the lower left is grandpa and grandma with my Aunt Hattie and more of their girls.
Lower left photo is my uncle Victor with the administrator of his estate in Oklahoma. He must have known he was dying long enough to hire an estate administrator. He had no wife or children of his own.



The reason I know so much about this uncle is because my dad spent quite a few years out in Oklahoma running the ranch while his brother worked.
I remember all the stories he used to tell about driving cattle and riding cutting horses.
I wish I knew information like this on all my aunts and uncles.

He wrote articles to the local paper quite a lot and here is one he wrote very late in his life.
As he expired he left a legacy which was remembered in this community I still live in for years