Our new home was in the country; we were in a small house with many other homes where families had farm animals. It was common to see chickens, pigs, goats and cows in our small neighborhood.
The local Southern Baptist Church was the glue that held the town together, and almost all social activities centered around the church. I was under immediate pressure to join the church. Not originating from a church-going family, this was very uncomfortable for me. I had no desire to attend a very conservative church.
There were cotton fields in the area and soy bean farms. The town consisted of a general store, a hardware store, a gas station, a drugstore and a movie theater. Most of the movies were ones I had already seen six months before coming to Tennessee.
For the first week we lived in our new home my brother Lee and I would put a marble on the floor and watch it roll whichever way the floor was leaning. It was fun to see if we could figure out which way the marble would roll.
When I was alone, I would study the wallpaper on the wall, wondering who put it there and how long ago it was hung. It looked very old and like something my grandmother would have liked.
There was a swing on our front porch. We liked to sit out on the swing at night and watch the sights and sounds of Munford. There were fireflies, something that was new to me. I was fascinated by them and would sit on the porch watching them for hours. The sounds at night were all of nature; the sounds of frogs, crickets and cicadas.
Life was slower than I was used to. The lifestyle here was so different than any I had previously experienced. I wasn't too sure how I was going to do in this new environment.