Journey through the springtime

**strong text**The book is a story of the authors childhood experience when he ran away from home during the WPA days of the Great Depression. If you are depressed it will definitely inspire you out of that depression. It was long ago that I read the book which I found on Mother's bed table. So I cannot recall details. However when the author carried his very sick little sister on his back he comes upon the neighbor's farm where Mrs. Hawkins puts the little girl on the old white horse. Mrs. Hawkins was my grandmother. Our family heritage is a blood relation to President Lincoln. I hope to follow in his footsteps. Oh, the location of the farm is extremely rural Arkansas on the Eleven Points River. My eldest aunt and I suppose my grandparents and uncles picked cotton. "Poke salad" was made from a weed that grew naturally. I was age 10 when we visited the farm. The home was about 10 x 20 feet as best I recall. The cracks between boards were covered with old newspaper still clinging to the walls. The fireplace was stacked stones. The road to the farm was chiseled out of the red rock and our 1958 Chevy bottomed out (got hung up) on a high point. We got out and the car rose on it's springs and Dad drove over the hump. Then a man on a tractor rearranged the tree branches so we could drive over the creek.