Betty sent this note to Vic. Good Memories eh?
Hope you havcn't forgotten this ole Faithful Bunch of Lowry's that go to breakfast every morning at the BP store in Brownsdale, the Hub of our Big settlement. I sure do miss seeing the Mayor of Chumuckla and tell me the stories of the different station or port where he and My Brother Ruthord ran into each other. Also when my brother was in in New Port, R.I.
You Know We have the bragging rights to the Largest Gully in Florida. Sandy Hollow was and still holds a special place in our hearts, Henry, Dora and LeTonya grewup in the Hollow. Sandy Hollow was their playgrounds, they could imagine, mountians to Climb. from the mouth to the ending where sand had washed the slopes down came to the foot of the hollow it was like a beach where the sand had washed over small brush and weaved around the larger trees the sand...
We adored those hill sides where the clay and sand were all different colors. The surface sand was bleached white by the Sun. when it would come light showers it would wash the smallest grains of sand away and leave small rocks. These rocks would stay in place and leaves little mound sand under them rock that would resemble small cities with streets winding around the pebbles. I am an adult and still see it when I am wondering around along the the dirt roads and observe God at work in Nature. .. Betty Lowry .. firstname.lastname@example.org