Give Him a Stone!
Give Him a Stone.
Give Him a Stone. I was raised up in the rural parts of
appalachia, some said that it would be noon before the sun would
hit the ground. Raised by hard working parents, never tiring of
working from dawn to dusk, to provide for their children. One
year, my parents moved from the home, I was born in, to another
house, so that I and my brothers and sister, would be closer to
the school we attended. We had hard times there, not really
fitting in with the rest of the students, were we poor? Not
really, My dad would rise before the sun was up, go to work and
my mother would always have breakfast on the table before we got
out of bed.Our clothes were always clean and pressed. Being the
youngest, I was the recipient of many a hand-me down from my
brothers. I didn