I pass this home, of years past, each Sunday on my way to Pintlala Baptist Church. I realized that I needed a picture of this house to remind me of the times during my early childhood. My first recollection of "home" was a small, four room, wood frame building near Montgomery, Alabama, that had a long, pot hole rutted driveway, about 300 feet off the main road. There was no insulation, just boards between nature and the comfort of a pot-belly stove. There were several places on the floor that I could drop a small item between the cracks to the dirt below. Mom washed clothes while stirring with a stick in a blackened pot heated with a fire beneath. Best I can recall, we were a young, happy and loving family. No doubt this house in the painting was, at one time, a home of similar background and purpose.