I was born in 1922, in a little shack seven miles west of Pickens. Going back in time, my mind remembers years ago.

I decided it is not the world that has changed since the beginning of time, it is us — the people — who have changed. Folks then did not have a lot, but we were happy, living without fear that someone would break into our home or while out playing, thinking someone would shoot us.

There were no broken homes. We never heard of divorce, or any kind of crime. We never locked our doors — at night or any other time. Now, we have to keep them locked in the daytime. We had Christian parents and grandparents who loved us, and we

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