Towns  Work


     In Memory  




My Dad -  Summer of  '56

Could This Be Me?

Uncle Jack & Aunt Bell Dunning and Me - 1944

Mom and Me 1944


            On Gleason, Tennessee


As I sit on my porch on a warm summerís eve

At peace with the sun going down

My mind wanders back to my childhood days

Growing up in a small southern town


It was a town where you knew everyone

And where you liked most everybody you knew

A town where families helped others in need

And where others were there to help you


It was a time when kids going to school

Were actually encouraged to pray

And you didnít worry about offending someone

If you chose to observe Christmas day.


It was a time where deals were made

And then sealed by two men shaking hands

And a place where nothing was valued more

Than the character and the word of a man.


It was also a time of warm summer days

That now seem - so very long ago

Days filled with friends - baseball and bible school

And Saturday afternoon picture shows


As a place to live during oneís early years

A better place could never be found

I am pleased to say that I was born right here

In this great little Tennessee town 


Jim Johnson

                     Gary, My Dad, Me and David  on Phelps Street - 1957                            Me, My Granddad, Barbara Ann & Queen


                      My Dad - Late 1956                                                       Daddy, Me, Gary, David  & Old Gramma (Realfoot) 1955



                          Me, Uncle Johnny, My Dad & David [Farm]                       David and My Dad at Well - Old Farm, Bell Store Rd.


                          Johnson Family, Three Generations                                                           Daddy With New Car 


Mom and Daddy on Front Porch in Gleason


Daddy's Car in Front of Bank of Gleason ~ October 1956


                                                         Southern Exposure


The chirping of crickets

On a quiet summers eve

The hoot of the owl

The wind through the trees


The warmth of the sunshine

When the rainís come and gone

The smell of cut grass

From a freshly mowed lawn


A special dinner on Sunday

When the preacher came by

Fried chicken and dumplings

Momís apple pie


A car ride in the country

On a Sunday afternoon

A tender first kiss

Under a star circled moon


Getting up early

To go fishing with dad

We caught next to nothing

But what fun we had


Growing up with family

Spending time with friends

The joy of oneís youth

All too soon ends.


The flickering of fireflies

After the sun has gone down

Precious memories of childhood

In a small southern town 


                                Jim Johnson



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