We opened presents on Christmas Eve after driving around and looking at lights that gave Santa time to visit and leave after eating his cookies and drinking his milk. I was 7-years old in this picture, and it was taken at the house on Ratliff Street, a dark brick house that I always found creepy. Thankfully, we only lived there two years, and then we moved back to the “homeplace” at 309 White Street just down from the Southside Baptist Church. As you can tell, I always wanted to be a cowboy. I mean, look at that smile. Momma would hear nothing of that. However, I scored a new cap pistol and cap rifle this Christmas. I still have both “cap guns” hanging on the wall of the 1850s cabin at Tranquilla II, Eddy Creek. If you look closely, you will see a plastic white snowman ornament to the left of the picture. We still have it.