Welcome to 'Frozen Frames,' where each photo is a step back in time. Join me in rediscovering my history, one photograph at a time.
Me with Mama Parker, my maternal grandmother, a most wonderful woman, one kind and compassionate, who loved me unconditionally. She and my grandfather, Daddy John, lived next door all during my growing up years.
It seems I’ve always liked cooking over fire. Here, I still remember the sausage patties. And, the huge garden spot beyond.
As best I can tell, I’m around 10, summer of 1964, between end of 5th grade and beginning of 6th.
The Pencil-Driven Life 