So we drove home from the large crater. We hung around and watched the news and talked a little. Papaw told of moving to this town when he was 7 or 8. He and his family loaded up evreything they had onto a rail car, including the family cow, and road the good distance from Camdem to Smackover, where his father would set up a general store that would serve as thier income and thier home.

My grandfather stuck around this town all his life, and has seen it shrink from a booming oil town into a small rural community.

Papaw has always lived to garden, and gardened to live. His knee has been giving him alot of trouble in the last year or two, but it's hard to keep him out of the dirt. No amount of surgery or pain can keep a person from doing what they love.
I remember asking him in the spring what he would have in his garden this summer. "Corn." he said. "I'll prolly just plant some corn."