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Forgotten Soul of The South

Updated on June 27, 2012

WRITER'S NOTE . . .

I have, for a year now, wanted to talk about my homeland, the south. But more in photos than my own words. And finally, I did it. I hope you, from every area of our great country, who make-up the untattered fabic of our country, enjoy this.

THANK YOU, Kenneth

"My" Old Home Place

now filled with dusty tears.
now filled with dusty tears.

I'm "that" someone you swore on a hot Alabama summer night that you would "never" forget. And to credit you, you didn't. At least for your teen years. "I" was all there was to you then. Curse the disease-of-time and years that made my memory fade from your reach.

"My" memory clings to unborne roads

singing, playing our games, as barefoot we go.
singing, playing our games, as barefoot we go.

Ahh, yes, those early fall evenings with God's own paintbrush, how we would sit like statues glued to the kaleidoscope colors, whispering our names one to the other with gullible dreams of never growing old. Nor growing at all. The roads were being borne when you and I trod in barefoot times. Not enough trees to climb and nothing but a creek bank and pole resting on our minds. Now, too little fish and too many trees make "us" fall trembling to our knees from carefree-sprees, and losing our keys. Cursed be the wrinkled face of fate.

"Our" Families Are Gone

now 'we" rest silently seeking a rest of our own.
now 'we" rest silently seeking a rest of our own.

"Our" families are gone. Just their dusty bones remain. Old boards, broken gourds, and a time when "we" were somebody. A beaten old house that nature respected now creaks with light in crevice creep. Why lock a broken door? No treasure, belongings, or bread to be found. Only a shimmer. "My" only memory's glimmer of a sunset too many that I forgot.

Why Lock a Rusty Lock?

No treasures, belonings, or bread to be found.
No treasures, belonings, or bread to be found.

No More Game to Hunt

We walk sadly thinking where did time, that varmint go?
We walk sadly thinking where did time, that varmint go?

Sometimes, "I" wish "I" were "we" again. Sitting on a wooden bench and feeling the red bug's pinch. "Mr. Reel," sawing his chords. Of demons, angels, his loves and Lord. There stands "my" barn. She's as old as "me." Funny, her heart is gone. No bellowing tones and just a crack in her soul to see. The fun times "we" had. Sunrise to set. Only lesson was giving. Never realizing how little "we" weren't getting.

Winter's Southern Sunset Gleam

For the many who past, those who went last, holding on to build their dream.
For the many who past, those who went last, holding on to build their dream.

"I" can out-wait the best. "I" sit by water's edge. By graveyard's hedge. "I" can sit with sad, silent mouth. "I" used to know you.
"I" am the south.

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      Kennethavery2 5 years ago

      Hi, ImKarn,

      Seriously . . .thank you. I really appreciate this more than you know.

      Kenneth

      HOPE something good happens to you today.

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      Kennethavery2 5 years ago

      Debra,

      write yours too. I want to read it. You have always been a highly-intelligent girl. Go for it.

      Kenneth

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      Karen Silverman 5 years ago

      Absolutely beautiful. I feel your passion for your home. It can bring tears..

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      Debra Emerson 5 years ago

      All that was written before I wrote mine, says it all and more. Very awesome!

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      Kenneth Avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hi, katyzzz

      Love that name! Thank you so kindly for taking the time to read and comment. I loved it. Always glad for my followers to visit me. Oh, if you are NOT a follower, I Cordially Invite YOU to be one. I can keep up with what you are writing, but anyway, thanks again and have a safe 4th!

      Kenneth

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      katyzzz 5 years ago from Sydney, Australia

      Loved every bit of it, photos especially, kenneth

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      Kenneth Avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hello, Lisa Marie,

      And a warm thank you for your sweet and caring compliment. I give my thanks and glory to My Heavenly Father for what He inspires me to do. I love this arrangement: He provides the ideas, and guides my hands to write it.

      Thanks again!

      Kenneth

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      Kenneth Avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Dear AEvans,

      even your comment can easily be converted into a poem. With beautiful southern photos. I loved how you wrote your comment and what it said to me.

      Surely you are a God-gifted writer.

      Kenneth

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      Kenneth Avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Dear Bobbi,

      A warm "thank you," for the sweet words in your comment. I appreciate YOU more than you can fathom.

      Words are good (or bad) tools. You have chosen to use your words for the good. This comment of yours proves that.

      I value YOUR friendship, following and writing talent so much!

      Happy 4th to you and yours and visit with me soon!

      Kenneth

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      Kenneth Avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Dear Angela,

      I don't know what to say. Words leave me when I read words from a true friend such as yourself who is deeper than I when it comes to the "sensitive" areas of life. I am not afraid to admit it. Thanks for making MY day with YOUR words.

      Proud to be YOUR friend, Angela.

      Kenneth

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      Lisa Stover 5 years ago from Pittsburgh PA

      This is a beautiful hub, and the pictures are amazing. That first picture, especially, touches the soul. You are a talented writer and have a great eye for photography.

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      AEvans 5 years ago

      Through your heartfelt words, I truly have such a unique perspective on the South. The homes look sad and forgotten. Laughter that once ran through the trees is now silenced by the change of time. Paths are bittersweet memories and your description gave the South a beautiful heartbeat. One that withstands the test of time and will never be forgotten. :)

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      PurvisBobbi44 5 years ago from Florida

      Kenneth,

      Such beautiful words you have written to describe the true essence of the South.

      Only Southern born could reach down into the abyss of our South land and share

      one’s soul.

      I applaud you as a great Southern writer and I am so happy you are one of my hub friends.

      Your Hub Friend,

      Bobbi Purvis

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      Angela Blair 5 years ago from Central Texas

      Ah,the childhood memories you've awakened. Our old home ranch is under the water of Lake Whitney now with only the top (of what's left) of the big, old barn sticking up out of the water along with a rusted, bent piece of the windmill that once was. The true South will always live in the minds of those that experienced it first hand. We can only hope at least a few of the youngsters will have enough interest to save an old photograph or two of those times before they're gone forever. Lovely and excellent work, my friend. Best/Sis

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      Kenneth Avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hi, SusieQ42,

      I know that feeling all to well. My family and I drove back back into the country down a long, gravel road to where I lived from 1953 until 1961. The house was almost to the ground; barn wasnt standing, the only thing that stood out was the landscapes. They hadnt changed. I imagined myself playing with my two pet dogs, Frank and Button, as we chased the bad buys, "outlaws" in westerns until sun down. Many is the time I didnt eat any supper due to being exhausted. And some times too that we didnt have food to eat. This is a true fact.

      Thank you for touching Me with your words and memory.

      Kenneth

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      Kenneth Avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      @ Mecheshier . . .me too. And got depressed at seeing the places I loved now just a pile of lumber and rubble. Some things can never be forgotten.

      Kenneth

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      Kenneth Avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hello, Mecheshier,

      Thank you from the heart, for your kind comments. I value what YOU and all of my followers say to me. I get ideas for my hubs with what you all say about the hubs you have read.

      Thank you again.

      Kenneth

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      Kenneth Avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      ("Hi") hi friend,

      thank you, "friend," for your kindness in your input. I appreciate your time and comment.

      Please have a safe day.

      Kenneth

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      Kenneth Avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hello, bac2basics,

      Thanks for your sweet thoughts on this hub. I did love where I grew up so much so that I cried when we moved closer to Hamilton, then, the biggest city I had ever seen in 1962. Prior to this year, we lived "in the sticks," and loved it.

      Anybody built a time machine yet???

      Kenneth

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      Kenneth Avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hello, My Dear Friend, Lucky Cats!

      It is so GOOD to see and read your comments again, which in themselves, proves to me what a talented writer YOU are. And I never noticed it until now that in a metaphorical sense, the old, shaky buildings are symbols of "me" as I grew older and slowly getting out of use. What a find. And I cannot conjour up enough nice words to say Thank YOU, Lucky Cats, for being a Special Friend, Follower, Talented Writer and all-around wonderful influence on my life. I am sincere.

      You have the BEST day ever!

      Kenneth :)

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      Kenneth Avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hello, writer20,

      and Thank YOU Kindly for your comments and votes. I appreciate you very much and wish for you, today, successful hubbing and a safe weekend.

      Kenneth

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      Kenneth Avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      junko . . .friend, you nailed it. Pretty much all we had were our dreams. And I still have, at my age of 58, one dream that I havent seen materialize, but I am not giving up.

      As long as I have breath, I have hope.

      Thanks for your kind remarks.

      Kenneth

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      Kenneth Avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Dearest Sueswan,

      I am humbled, again, by YOUR comment. When the heart speaks, the "self" part of me, stays silent.

      Glad you liked this and thanks for your Friendship, Following and Votes.

      Love ya,

      Kenneth

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      mecheshier 5 years ago

      I have visited places I grew up at. as well, sadly they changed. Memories though are worth a thousand pictures.

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      SusieQ42 5 years ago

      The last time my mother and I drove down the old road where my grandparents lived, where my siblings and I spent so much time when we were young, the house was gone, the barn was gone and we were barely able to drive down the road, it was so overgrown. What sadness, but yes, we are left with many wonderful memories!

      This poem touched my heart. Voted up and beautiful and awesome. Thank you for sharing.

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      mecheshier 5 years ago

      Wow, amazing pics that definitely tell a story. Thank you so much for sharing. Voted up for beautiful.

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      hi friend 5 years ago from India

      Very nice. Amazing.

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      Anne 5 years ago from Spain

      Hi Kenneth. We non of us had much materialistically in those days did we? But I'll bet our memories are far sweeter than the kids of today who have it all....or so it seems!! Your love of your birthplace and memories shines through.

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      Kathy 5 years ago from The beautiful Napa Valley, California

      Ohhhh....Kenneth...this really touches to the bone...Truly resonates with your reader...your readers. How very touching...and so so true. I love the memories of youth, the expectations, the idealism, the innocence and bigger than life experiences. Beautiful buildngs, older now; which were home, which were familiar; always standing; always there. Now, the facades are fading as are our dreams, sometimes. Now, the structural make up of memory is somehow sullied by a harsh, sometimes cruel reality. to be able to return to those times...to be able to, forever, live during that time of life...such gleeful hope and great expectations...and we didn't even know it then, did we?

      UP Absolutely BEAUTIFUL, thoughtful, insightful,, whimsical, melancholy, wistful, AWESOME, incredibly sensitive and magically said....and I concur.

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      Joyce Haragsim 5 years ago from Southern Nevada

      Great read and pictures.

      Voted up and beautiful, Joyce.

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      junko 5 years ago

      Yes, I remember those days and that time. Ain't nothing much changed here in the south,except our ages. The rural children of the south do as you did and dream, and hope, as you did once down south. You will hopefully never forget where you come from and God's paint brush.

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      Sueswan 5 years ago

      Dearest Kenneth

      The soul of the South comes alive in your eloquent words. A beautiful masterpiece, my friend.

      Voted up and away!