The Kind of Man We Need Today

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It was the beginning of the Dust Bowl Era. My Popsey was about 10 years old and lived with his Daddy the sheriff, and his brother on a small farm in Faunsdale, Alabama. His Mama had “gone to pieces” as folk called it then, when she was around 40 and she had been sent to an institution.

The Depression was coming on full swing and his Daddy decided to send his little brother to their Auntie across the state, where…



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