Not too many around who remember Christmas holidays during the Great Depression of the 1930s. During those years I lived on a farm on the red clay hills of northeast Georgia.
In those days, many had large families and families seemed to branch out when they married and started families of their own, acquiring adjoining farmland. And so it was with my parents. They were 18years old when they married, and moved onto a farm adjoining my grandparents. Plus other family members, aunts, uncles and cousins, lived on connecting farmland.
