this one was taken about 1956, thats old ky wonder at the old home place, the structure with the roof was a hand dug, rock lined water tank in the ground where they use to store the milk cans in to keep them cool
a couple years later me with the brothers, and men folk about the same spot in the yard, my dad and grandad (Luther F. Chaney)is in the hat, he is the boy in the suspenders in the earlier picture
this is a baby picture of Luther and his older brother from circa 1910 notice the (boys in dresses)they are standing together in the family picture
luthers parents died when he was 17, and his brother was 19, that left the two boys to raise the rest of there 8 younger sibilings, less than a year later his older brother was hit by a log truck and killed, so that left him to raise the 8 remaining children ranging in age from 15 to 3. plus two of his on as he grew older, his brothers and sisters always treated him like there parent
he was always a share cropper,and staid on the same place from 1938 untill 1989, he had a home there for life but his wife and my mama talked him into moving to town
i visited him about that time, and found him in the barn crying, and praying, and it touched my heart hereing him pray, about hating to leave the place that had been his home for so long
back in the early 1970's i was working for the same land owner, helping in the hay, and was paid $1.25 per hour for my work, he was on the same wagon, making $2 a day
when like most smart eleck boys i asked him why his check was so much smaller, and why he would even work for that amount, he just said thats my trade and i honor my word,
of course he had a place to live and pasture for his cows, milk income and his tobacco crop, which he shared both with the land owner, but if he was working for the landowner as day labor he got $2 a day ,but that taught me a real lesson, to always honor my word, and to always pay fairly
grandaddy Luther was always a devoted christian man, could not read or write, always signed his name with a X, well thought of in the community, never had a spare dollar, but always a full table, and is truly missed by this grandson who has tears in his eyes now typing this
how many 18 year olds do you know today who would stand up to that load?
hard times and harder work, was all he ever knew!