If you ask folks around here what they remember about the year 1944,
A child might say, “That was the year my daddy went off to fight Hitler.”
A mother might look off towards Bakers Mountain and whisper that polio snatched up one of her young’uns.
And the Hickory Daily Record will say that my hometown gave birth to a miracle.
If anyone knows about them things, it’s me, Ann Fay Honeycutt, for sure.
But if you ask me what I remember,
I will say it was the year I put on overalls and become the “man of the house.”
It was the summer that wisteria turned enemy on me and I made best friends with a colored girl.
It was the fall when Franklin D. Roosevelt was elected to his fourth term in office.
I will say it was the time in my life when I learned that all of us is fragile as a mimosa blossom.
But I also learned that it mostly hurts at first …