Growing Up Between The Plow Handles By Jimmy Thomas
Growing Up Between The Plow Handles, on a lower middle Tennessee hillside farm, prepared me physically, mentally, socially, and spiritually for the challenges of adult life in the early 1900’s. Walking barefoot behind a horse and plow in freshly tilled soil, from daylight to dark, molded this country boy into the strength of manhood.
A way of life generations of children today will never know about. Unless they are told.
Growing Up Between The Plow Handles, on a lower middle Tennessee hillside farm, prepared me physically, mentally, socially, and spiritually for the challenges of adult life in the early 1900’s. Walking barefoot behind a horse and plow in freshly tilled soil, from daylight to dark, molded this country boy into the strength of manhood.
A way of life generations of children today will never know about. Unless they are told.
Growing Up Between The Plow Handles, on a lower middle Tennessee hillside farm, prepared me physically, mentally, socially, and spiritually for the challenges of adult life in the early 1900’s. Walking barefoot behind a horse and plow in freshly tilled soil, from daylight to dark, molded this country boy into the strength of manhood.
A way of life generations of children today will never know about. Unless they are told.