Over the long years that we were married I discovered there is the love, the friendship, and a good bit of mutual respect for each other, if you're lucky. But most of all, and most necessary, is that it's about dependency whether we admit it or not. We depended on each other in so many ways. Some of them never even recognized until I'd lost him and was left alone. I see so much now and I know that a really big part of me is gone. I miss him.
Every where I go there are reminders and memories, even to look outside my front door, across the field, to where he came into the world and lived for part of his life. His first job, when he was about 6, was carrying water to the field hands in these fields.
Later on they share-cropped with a farmer his dad worked for. When he and his brothers weren't in school they worked the fields and on weekends the brothers mowed nearly every yard in Lexa.
This was our first home. The door there was the entrance to a 4 room apartment that Mrs. Griffin, the house owner, rented out for $15 per week, utilities included. The kitchen was very tiny and had an apartment sized sink and stove. At the end where the two window are, was the dining part of the kitchen. A little table with 2 chairs fit there. The bathroom was teeny, tiny with barely enough room for the commode, a sink, and a shower. It wasn't big enough for a bath tub. After passing through the kitchen, about 3 1/2 steps, there was a decent sized living room and bedroom. I remember the living room had red and black square tiles that I would wax to make them shiny. Trisha was born while we lived here and we stayed until she was about 4 months old. I remember that Mrs. Griffin had a little gold fish pond in the front yard.
Another picture of the gin looking at the inside where the stands used to be that pulled the seeds from the cotton so the lint could be baled up. I guess they store hay in there now. The orb showed up only in this picture and I like to think it was James letting me know he was there. The cemetery can be seen from this old relic, so maybe he was.
I guess that's it for now. It has taken me a long time to get these words and images from my heart to my blog but it's finally done. We have so much to learn, Zach and I, and more hurdles to get through. We'll do it. We have to.