Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Voices of the Bootheel

Dad worked on the railroad. After he broke his leg he couldn't work the railroad anymore.  We moved, after that, to Chicago. I lived there through high school graduating sometime in the late 70's. We return to Tennessee 10 or 15 years later after the death of a family member, leaving a motherless baby behind.  I returned to the family farm where I'm still living. I only have my two girls left for family. 
Roger Threlkeld. 


  1. Wait, is this Roger's story? How do you know him?

    1. Random man I met yesterday. And yes, it is his story. He's part of a new project I've started called Voices of the Bootheel. You will be seeing a lot more of these.


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