This is the second post in the LegacySpoken founder series. Each post is a single story from my family — a story I half-remember, told by someone who is no longer here to tell it again.
This story will be expanded soon. The bones of it are in the founder's note: my dad, his brother Rollie, and my grandfather used to fish for catfish all night. They built fires inside hollow tree stumps to stay warm. I remember being astonished by the picture of it. I never asked which lake. I never asked what year. I never asked anything.
If your father is still here, ask him about the cold. Ask him about the night sounds. Ask him about the fire. Ask him about the brother who came along. Then make sure his answer is recorded.
LegacySpoken does the asking. Every morning. Start tomorrow →