The WALL

FIFTY years ago my Daddy (in the south we call our father that even after they are 6 years gone) and I built this wall across the back of our yard. The bricks came from a building he owned downtown that was knocked down when I was but a gleam in my parent's eye. The brick has to be close to 90+ years old and not a drop of cement was used to hold it in place. The tribe that lived behind our house thought best to sell out and naturally the buyer is crowding 4 houses on the land. SO, John England and his son were hired to take down the wall and stack it close to the house. Shame to see it go, but truth is it is anything but gone, just preserved! Here is the last picture of it and the COOL thing was, John told me he had to use a tire iron to dig the foundation bricks out of the earth! Daddy flat ass put them in to stay! Naturally I had a talk with him (again a southern thing you won't understand) about taking them up and his thoughts were that taking it down was better than having some strangers cart them and sell them. Bless his heart it is sad to see it gone, but man he was so smart to bless the removal!