Sunday, January 13, 2013

Where I come from is Gopher Hill

Gopher Hill is where I grew up. I have no idea where that name originated, but ask anyone in town where it is. They'll tell you. My Poppy always said that it was called that when he was a kid. He isn't around anymore for me to ask him. Just like the names of places that don't really exist anymore around the county like Ragtown and Horn Corner, they used to be more than just a name. To me, Gopher Hill is so much.

This blog is a place where I plan to archive the stories of my childhood and my family. My friend Carol always says that I should write a book. She tells me to include all of the zany and unbelievable anecdotes that  I sometimes share with her, but I never write them down...until now.

I will try to keep these stories as real as possible. I might change names, I might not. I might ask for another perspective from family and friends. I might not. We will see.

Check back for a story about a peeping tom. A real one.

Y'all come back now, ya hear?
Brandi