![]() Uncle Eddie told me "When you get thrown off a horse, you have to get right back on, or you never will." He put me back on the horse's back and told me that when I showed him I was really having fun I could get down. After he made sure nothing was broken, chuckling my uncle gently carried me back over to that horse, me screaming that I didn't want to ride any more. ![]() As we rounded one corner the horse decided it was going under a big oak limb. I was scared to death as the horse calmly walked around the cleared land around my uncle's house. I rode behind his oldest daughter, a year older than me in age and years wiser in the ways of the country. But I definitely didn't have much experience herding cows or spreading hay for them during the winter. The first time I ever rode a horse was at his house. I was a "city" girl raised in Hattiesburg, which really wasn't that big during that time. When I was about seven, I remember "helping" him "shoo" the cows from one pasture to another. My father and all my aunts and uncles living in the area filled their freezers every year from Uncle Eddie's garden. Not your average "home" garden, this garden fed the whole extended family living close enough to come "pick" what needed to be picked and that Uncle Eddie couldn't use. Besides a full time job, he had cows and usually a garden. He labored on the house during his spare time, which Uncle Eddie never really had spare time. Yes, he built his home, using some materials collected from homes being restored or torn down in the "old" part of Hattiesburg. I spent many weeks during the summer at my Uncle Eddie's home. The employees are friendly and know just what to say to the immediate family members, because they usually know the family members personally. The small funeral home in the small town of Sumrall, Mississippi is not elaborate like those in cities. ![]() He was always willing to help, to do whatever someone needed. He was a gentle man, soft-spoken, a hard worker, and he lived like God wishes us to live. In all my years, I never heard him say anything negative about anyone. ![]() He was a good man, with a quick smile and teasing manner. ![]()
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