Theres not much left of this old home anymore, just the haunting memories of days long past. However, when I look upon the surrounding fields I see my grandfather and his siblings hard at work, or maybe romping and playing in the yard, maybe chasing a chicken for dinner, or listening to tales spun by a visitor resting on the porch. I was told a story of how my Great Grandmother use to offer a plate of food, to any hungry drifter that need a porch to park himself on for a much needed rest, or a barn to sleep in for the night, if the path ahead was just too weary. They were a poor family but wealthy in love, and because of that there was always enough for one more hungry soul needing help. The walls are empty now, the roof barely on the home, yet when I visit, all I see and hear is warmth and laughter. I am so proud to be a Hancock, and I just hope, that in some small way, I can carry on that giving and caring tradition for anyone in need.
Posted on: Wed, 30 Jul 2014 20:10:51 +0000
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