a family blog ________________
I grew up on Peachtree Street
first memories
Have you ever taken the time to try to capture the first conscious memory in your life? I found it difficult and vague at best, but it seems the very first cognizant memory I have is in an apartment around 37th Avenue in Chattanooga. We were preparing to go somewhere when I distinctly remember Mother saying, “Oh…” (I will purposely omit the remaining details…
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Why Another Blog...
…we sometimes ask. And to each writer, the answer to the question is what gives purpose. So, to those who might ask why I am inspired to write on this site, the answer is first to give insight to my parent’s love and passion for Christ.
The second reason is to call back to those behind me. My childhood and young adult life were much simpler than life for our children and grandchildren today. Grandmothers, aunts, and uncles who shared my parent’s values created a strong support system for those of us who dared to believe what they shared with us. While the proximity of families is more distant in today’s world, I am writing here to leave a little of the history and values of my family that might otherwise be unknown.
Aristotle, the Greek philosopher, once said, “Give me a child until he is 7 and I will show you the man[1]. It certainly seems that the influences while growing up on Peachtree Street set a good course for my life. I hope you will enjoy the memories … subscribe to the blog … leave your comments as we journey from there to here with
