In the Summer of 1975 right off highway 157 in Danville, Alabama, My Uncle Kenny and Aunt Barbara lived. Times were different then. I turned nine that summer. I remember that summer because for some reason my family spent a lot of time with with My Uncle and Aunt. Nevertheless, Went swimming and the things families did in the seventies. What enjoyed was outings with My Uncle when he took us kids to find arrowheads. North Alabama is rich in Native American history and artifacts. Being part Cherokee myself this really interested Me. Fighting the Alabama heat and humidity We searched wooded areas and fields. Along riverbanks and even mountain sides.
Now, after more than forty years I look at these memories of childhood and think on what was once innocence. What was simple. And what love of family is now that most every one from those days has grown up or died. Yep, those were my good ole days. My Arrow head summer.
