1. So many wonderful memories of going to my Granny and Grandpa Cook’s farms in Clermont and Roswell. Drinking water from the well and filling gallon jars with spring water in Roswell. On our trips to Melbourne,Ark. we crossed a wooden bridge like that to get to Pa’s Grandparents church.

  2. I hear my mother’s voice reciting the poem each holiday, to my children. When she was a child she did live over the river from her Grandfather McCray’s home and yes, the family did congregate there with Great Grandmother and Great Grandpa. Huge family full of love . I miss those days of yore. So happy to be part of such an old and spreading family of old Alabama.

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