This is where I grew up. Last house on Turkey Fork road before it meets Route 21. Our house is what you see part of on the left, three car garage on the lower right. My grandfather lived in the little white house toward the middle and the long structure is a barn belonging to Jack and Louise Hutchinson. I can even make out my Dad’s garden.

The best Big Boy tomatoes in the world were grown in that garden by our Dad, Woody Davis. Makes me sad to see this site as it was all those years ago, but also reminds me of so many wonderful times. The summer before Dad died, I helped him pick strawberries and check on his honeybees--the last chores we did together. Grandad Davis lived in the little house near us; he loved Mom's cooking. My son's favorite memory of Christmas is spending the day with his Grandma and Aunt Karen decorating sugar cookies. Mom had bird feeders outside her kitchen window where every kind of bird in WV came to socialize and have a meal along with squirrels and chipmunks. I was a lucky girl to have Kathy Sue and Karen for sisters and to be the eldest daughter of Woody and Ruth Davis. Every day I think of something I would like to ask Dad, Mom, and Grandad and they have been gone for many years. I am 81 years old now, but grateful that I was a teenager in the 1950s and am a member of the Davis family.