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Living up in the country of Alabama (Shiloh) was a trip in itself.  Remember I was raised in Miami Florida, had pretty much what I wanted ( I need to post about my car that I had as a teen!), young full of energy and we moved from the city to the country. Honey was a minister and was "following the Lords command" and I was "wither thou goest I will go" Ruth 1"16 following him.  The country was beautiful but very poor and therefore we were also. I was not used to that but got used to it in a hurry.
Our home was a 2 bedroom house that just had a bathroom installed just before we got there, the windows would come out of the frame when you opened them and little animals would roam at night in and outside of the house. One time I was hemming my dress that mother had bought me.  I felt a strange  feeling sitting in the living room by myself, as honey had already gone to bed , being Saturday night and he liked to get up early on Sunday. We didn't have the window closed as it was kinda warm and no AC. Bummer. I looked up and there was a face peering into the room and at me, when they saw me look at them they just ran away and I ran into the bedroom and made honey come into the room. That was not a good feeling, no telling how many times that had happened. Several times we noticed that something was eating our food before we were, knew it was mice. We set some traps and it was like fireworks going off at July 4th!!!! Honey tore out the wall in the LR and found there  nest. By this time we had had enough and decided to go on to greener? pastures! We had boxes packed and we were  in the living room when a "gopher" rat came charging us, honey yelled for a broom and I yelled for him to get his shoes on....Windy and I were yelling and jumping  up and down on the couch, honey was chasing (or should I say the gopher chasing him,) the gopher  around the room with a broom in his hand. The gopher tried to bite honey and got his shoe! ( boy was he glad he listened to me for one time!)  The moral of the story, don't try to bite honey,or you will die!! We moved the next day or so.  At this time we had 3 children...Windy was 2 1/2 when Vann was born and 3 1/2 when Jeff was born. That is another story!!!! There I was 24 with 3 children!!!!! It was a very hard time for all of us but God put us together and we were determined to finish to the end. Actually we never thought that there could be anything  but being together. The next "green pasture" wasn't any better except it had an air conditioner!!!!
We moved many times going always" to greener pastures" but never found them. Only the same thing and bigger!!!! Honey became one of the best ministers of the gospel. I loved to hear him preach even if no one else did! But they did. Trials of this life will be a blessing or you can make it an hindrance. It is your choice.
Thanks grandpa for listening to this little girls chatter. I love you J