My Dad grew up in a small town in southern Illinois. I know very little about it except that my grandfather was the Postmaster there and my father and his friends enjoyed hopping on moving trains.
Recently I have been going through boxes of my parents that have long been packed away. I had several of my Mom's things. Nothing of my Dad's until now. What a treasure trove! And the ideas for stories have been whirling in my head after reading some of the newspaper items that he kept.
My Dad left this small town in 1924 and never went back. Am not sure of the date but I know that the town burned down at some point after he left. I have photos of people and buildings. A few of the people I recognize the name and think, "So that's what they looked like." For the first time I see an adult picture of my Dad with hair!
I see a road trip in my future plus a new book.
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