My earliest memory of Easter had to be around the time I was about two/three years old.
I have a vivid memory of watching my older siblings look for eggs around the grass clumps, little trees and washes in the red clay of a dirt pit near Cowpen Creek outside Canoe Alabama.
Our family lived on third avenue in Atmore so this was a trip out of town for us, the distance of about ten miles.
I know this was the place because Mama and Daddy told me they brought us here to swim and play in the water at Cowpen Creek. They said, as a baby, I loved to sit in the clear water and splash. Mama said I would...
