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My Dad -  Summer of  '56

Could This Be Me?

Uncle Jack & Aunt Bell Dunning and Me - 1944

Mom and Me 1944

 

            On Gleason, Tennessee

 

As I sit on my porch on a warm summerís eve

At peace with the sun going down

My mind wanders back to my childhood days

Growing up in a small southern town

 

It was a town where you knew everyone

And where you liked most everybody you knew

A town where families helped others in need

And where others were there to help you

 

It was a time when kids going to school

Were actually encouraged to pray

And you didnít worry about offending someone

If you chose to observe Christmas day.

 

It was a time where deals were made

And then sealed by two men shaking hands

And a place where nothing was valued more

Than the character and the word of a man.

 

It was also a time of warm summer days

That now seem - so very long ago

Days filled with friends - baseball and bible school

And Saturday afternoon picture shows

 

As a place to live during oneís early years

A better place could never be found

I am pleased to say that I was born right here

In this great little Tennessee town 

 

Jim Johnson

                     Gary, My Dad, Me and David  on Phelps Street - 1957                            Me, My Granddad, Barbara Ann & Queen

 

                      My Dad - Late 1956                                                       Daddy, Me, Gary, David  & Old Gramma (Realfoot) 1955

 

        

                          Me, Uncle Johnny, My Dad & David [Farm]                       David and My Dad at Well - Old Farm, Bell Store Rd.

   

                          Johnson Family, Three Generations                                                           Daddy With New Car 

 

Mom and Daddy on Front Porch in Gleason

 

Daddy's Car in Front of Bank of Gleason ~ October 1956

 

                                                         Southern Exposure

 

The chirping of crickets

On a quiet summers eve

The hoot of the owl

The wind through the trees

 

The warmth of the sunshine

When the rainís come and gone

The smell of cut grass

From a freshly mowed lawn

 

A special dinner on Sunday

When the preacher came by

Fried chicken and dumplings

Momís apple pie

 

A car ride in the country

On a Sunday afternoon

A tender first kiss

Under a star circled moon

 

Getting up early

To go fishing with dad

We caught next to nothing

But what fun we had

 

Growing up with family

Spending time with friends

The joy of oneís youth

All too soon ends.

 

The flickering of fireflies

After the sun has gone down

Precious memories of childhood

In a small southern town 

    

                                Jim Johnson

 

 

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