Pop's Sharecroppin'
A potlatch Minute12 total reviews
Comment from Gloria ....
Super job Ellijay. Man alive do I love that truck. It looks like it has a new paint job.
Just a little meter stepping out of line in:
was taken away
you could just write
was taken 'way and that would fix that extra syllable right up.
Boy TB was such a horrible disease. Still is.
Super job with this. I almost gave up as I had no idea where to start when it finally hit me that a father is a fairy tale to me.
Love this!
Gloria
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reply by the author on 18-Jun-2016
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Super job Ellijay. Man alive do I love that truck. It looks like it has a new paint job.
Just a little meter stepping out of line in:
was taken away
you could just write
was taken 'way and that would fix that extra syllable right up.
Boy TB was such a horrible disease. Still is.
Super job with this. I almost gave up as I had no idea where to start when it finally hit me that a father is a fairy tale to me.
Love this!
Gloria
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Comment Written 18-Jun-2016
reply by the author on 18-Jun-2016
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You're right. Done. Thanks very much for reading and reviewing. Our neighbor bought the truck from dad, and kept it rolling for fifty years...dad was in that VA hospital half of the year 1949. We invented poor.
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Why did you go and invent poor Ellijay? Cause we got it too. Raised by a single parent grandmother.
Comment from Sandra du Plessis
A very well-written minute poem. I am sorry that your dad was sick and you and your mom had to go through life without him. My father died in 2001, I was 42 years at that stage.
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reply by the author on 18-Jun-2016
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A very well-written minute poem. I am sorry that your dad was sick and you and your mom had to go through life without him. My father died in 2001, I was 42 years at that stage.
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Comment Written 18-Jun-2016
reply by the author on 18-Jun-2016
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My dad was in Lawson General VA hospital for six months, while new drugs like streptomycin cured his TB. He lost everything but his wife and kid...
