Redneck

I have heard the term redneck used many times.Often I wonder if whoever is calling someone that really knows what a redneck is.Don't take my word research it yourself.I've know many rednecks,They are hard working God fearing salt of the land people.They are the ones who feed us by growing crops in the field.The term redneck comes from working outside in the blazing heat of summer bearing down on your neck.It's like my Momma always said everyone has to have someone to cut down to make them self look bigger.

Smiling Faces

Smiling faces,hidden agenda.How can one really be sure what is going on in some one's head.Maybe it's best we don't know.I would not want to be a mind reader.Just think,most likely what was heard is not what we wanted.Have you ever felt uneasy when someone smiles too much at you? Doesn't feel sincere does it? "What are they thinking?" I wonder.It would be better just frowning than smiling not meaning it.So people tell me"John smile more" but after thinking about it maybe what I have been doing is best.[

East Newnan

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Jacob Haynes Civil War

Jacob Haynes was my Great grandfather.He was a solider in the Civil War, a member of the 3rd Alabama Infantry Regiment.He was wounded and captured at the battle of Vicksburg,Ms. where he lost of a leg.Why he fought I do not know.He had no slaves or plantation.Maybe he fought because of his pride.Maybe because his family members, his friends where going to fight.I don't think it was because of hate of Union soldiers or for that matter the United States.Could it be that he was really upset about states rights which I think was the real reason for the war.Maybe he had no choice.Grandma Smith told a story of someone who ran away from the army and they came after him.I can't imagine what war is like.Would I run away or be brave and take a stand.Guess war is like a lot of other things,talking is easy but when it comes down to the nitty gritty can you back up your words.

Grandpa Haynes

Grandpa Haynes was on his death bed.I was 3 years old and living in Roanoke,Al.I remember him sitting at the kitchen table eating peaches and cream for breakfast.He was a tall slender man with gray hair and he always wore jeans or overalls with a white long sleeve shirt and brogan shoes.He had hunting dogs,2 females.I found puppies under a building in the yard but no one would believe me, the real reason was Grandpa had said for his dogs to be kept up so there would be no puppies.Being 3 years old I told everyone who would listen including Grandpa about the puppies.Finally someone took apart side of the building and retrieved the puppies.Before he died my Daddy and uncle Lavert would take him out to hear his dogs run one more time.I went also.In a chair on top of a coal pile they carried him,it was night and they let his dogs loose.That was the last time he went hunting.He had a great sense of humor and never met a stranger I have been told.Once at a mill where corn was ground into meal Grandpa and my uncle made me ride a billy goat.All I remember was being thrown off and loosing my shoe.Grandpa thought it was funny But Daddy wasn't so amused.One of his daughters asked him on his death bed"Pa who do you want to leave your car to"Grandpa answered "leave it to my girlfriend".About his car someone told him it was skipping and he said"yeah,skip on down the road".He was a moonshiner I have heard,one night he came home on a wagon with a sack full of money and a bullet wound to his face.A few days later at the breakfast table he spit out the bullet which had lodged in the roof of his mouth.I heard many tales about Grandpa and I loved him so.I lost him at 3 but he will always be in my memories.His name was Lee Anderson Haynes.