Tales from Southern Trails

 I know this may sound strange, but this morning I woke up, feeling melancholy thinking of the things that we learn as life goes by from our parents to our acquaintance. The little things we learn, and retain in our heads, make us unique and at the same time holding treasures in her head Remembering small tricks for a little task, such as trimming baseboard, working on engines. Planting flowers in a certain way that they had talked ways that mother showed us how to cook happy times sad times and then as time goes by we share these things, and hope that we will be remembered, the different paths we take in our life. We all learn different things, but family above all remains at most in our lives in the hearts. I love everyone of you and hope for the best!❤️

 John called today to share a story about dad.  He said he had gone back to work with Dad after working at Kroll Electric. They left the house and mom had made sandwiches for their lunch. Mom had made John's with mustard and dad's without. When they stopped for lunch they got out their sandwiches and take took a bite. "Oh damn! She put mustard on my sandwich!" John looked at his and it didn't have mustard on it. He told dad they could just switch and he would eat the one with mustard. Then as John was contemplating he asked dad, "Why don't you like mustard?" Dad replied, "Well we had gone down to Campbellton, FL where Granddaddy Davis had a farm for a family get together. We had to leave real early, about 4:00am, so we could get there before lunch. There weren't many roads and they were all dirt roads so it took a long time. When we got there we began to eat. Someone had made potato salad with mustard in it. I had eaten some. After lunch I w...

 I hope to put together a History of the John Hobson and Bula Andrews Howard family. Collections from family members of special events we remember as we have traveled these sometimes dusty trails of the Southern States.