The holiday season is a time when families gather and stories are told. This year I’m happy to see Facebook posts by a cousin who has gone to the trouble to scan his 104-year-old mother’s photos and record the stories behind them. Such a wonderful project!
Here’s the photo and story he posted today.
Grandpa Tom Morrow sitting in the field with Uncle Graydon, teaching Uncles Durward and Douglas how to plow. This past weekend, Mom told me that the mule’s name was Toby. Toby evenutally got loose and was killed by a train as they lived near train tracks at the time. Mom said that she and her siblings convinced themselves afterwards that the chugging sound made by trains coming by were actually the train saying “I killed Toby, I killed Toby”. Circa 1925, Texas
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