Throwback
Thursday. c1949-50. The toddler is my cousin Anthony. His mother Opal Petty is stooped down
comforting him. And the handsome brute
on the tricycle is me. The picture was
taken in their front yard in Varnell, Georgia.
Varnell is
about ten miles northeast of Dalton, near Cohutta. Look at the tricycle. It is too big for Anthony. And it would not be mine, we were at least 85
miles from Marietta.
It probably
belonged to the little girl next door in the big white house. The little girl's father was a preacher.
On the other
side of their house was a railroad crossing and a big water tank tower. I vaguely remember that she and I climbed up
the ladder and down into the tank. And
all the grownups had a hissy fit.
A few years
ago my sister Frances and I revisited Varnell.
This is what used to be the preacher's big white house, Is vacant now.
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