Route 3, Selma

In the late summer of 1919, my Herod grandfather and four or five of his six sons traveled from central Tennessee to Dallas County, Alabama. He had been told that there was a farm for sale down in the Blackbelt Region of Alabama. Two, maybe three of his sons were veterans of World War One. It seems absolutely natural that he would hope to set them up with a place to live and to work. Fortunately, he could afford to do this.

I discovered a letter he wrote my grandmother about what they found. That letter set me to searching history and putting together a little of what happened. They bought that farm and a tractor. Dad was a twenty-one-year-old young man when he made that trip with his brothers and father. And he joined with his brothers in making the place work. It took the strength and energy from those young guys. Also, from the few photos I could find, I enjoyed watching my dad act like a normal, good natured young man.

That farm on the banks of the Alabama River was my first home. And yep! I got dirt between my toes. I have always remembered how it felt.

In five pages, I tell and show a little of what Dad and his brothers did from the end of WWI until the beginning of WWII. I found the writing to be easiest with the tools of Microsoft WORD; I wrote using that platform. Then, I saved the pages as photos.