Those of you that read this regular series know that I am from Hackett, Arkansas, just a mile or so from the Oklahoma border, and just about 10 miles south of the Arkansas River. It was a rural sort of place that did not particularly appreciate education, and just zoom onto my previous posts to understand a bit about it.
This piece is mostly about two old rock buildings near Hackett. One of them was the “old schoolhouse” to which my mum and dad met each other as first graders. Their story was actually a love at first sight one, and that is actually, literally true. My dad fell in love with my mum immediately, and their love affair continued to produce two sons, me being one of them, several grandchildren, and a circle of friends that still continue, although most of them are now gone.
The secondary story is about the consequences of posting about people. I got a very irate email from the granddaughter of one of the men that I described months ago, just day before yesterday. She was upset about the way I described him, and rightly so. We communicated further, and became friends. I shall show everyone what she said, my responses, and the consensus that we finally came to that resolved the issue. I plan to continue this series, but will be a bit more considerate in future.