Say Anything but Don't Say Goodbye

Song of the Day:

Don't it Make My Brown Eyes Blue

Crystal Gayle

Camera: Sony DSC-T5

F-stop: f/3.5

Exposure time: 1/80 sec.

ISO 64

Max Aperture: 3.625

No Flash

This photo is of my Grandparents' house, Ruby Lee Phelps Zeigler and the late Julius Edward Zeigler, located in Osyka, Mississippi.

This is actually my father, Glenn Edward Zeigler, house and land.

He bought it when he was younger... when?

I'm not sure.

I once laid my head to rest in this very house.

I remember fondly of the little red and yellow cozy coop car I drove, my little yellow and pink play house decorated with green shutters, and the large recylcing bin I used as to park my "car."

I made my first spaghetti mess there.

I wore Mr. Potato Head's glasses and "swept" the floor in my diaper.

Many Barney episode's were watched there.

My Grandparent's were once dairy farmers. As a matter of fact, the old dairy farm is right across the old southern highway.

They had eight children.

One who did not live long after birth.

My parents were married there.

I fed many cows.

I learned to hook up the milking machinery.

Helped my father clean many a deer.

And one day, they sold that dairy farm.

My father offered my grandparents the house he owned on the land across the street.

This is where they lived ever since.

I haven't been there in quite some time...

Not since Paw-Paw passed away...

There's a large tree in the front yard of that house.

And in that tree hangs the best wooden tree swing I can remember.

There are concrete lions on either side of the walk way.

I pretended they were real and made my own adventures when we would return to visit.

There's a wooden sign on the right side of the door of an older black woman that reads,

"Wipe yo feet hunny'child."

An American flag proudly displayed.

The inside?

Decorated in cow print and figures.

Miss-matched couches and over-stuffed chairs.

On the fridge, there would be an Atlanta Braves baseball schedule and a magnifying glass hung.

Paw-Paw never missed a game.

The kitchen table is where he taught me to play poker at a very young age.

I'm not sure I could even read then.

This house is not only full of memories.

This house is what made me realize I may have a gift in photography.

This picture, a part of a series of three, were taken with my very first digital Sony point-and-shoot camera.

They were printed in 8x10 and given to my grandparents as a gift.

After those?

 I was unstoppable.

I'll get back there.