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Reflections
On Gleason, Tennessee
As I sit on my porch on
a warm summer’s 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 didn’t 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 one’s 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 (Carroll Lake) 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 rain’s 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
Mom’s 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 one’s 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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