The life of Davenport Padgett spanned part of the 19th century and most of the twentieth. His almost-photographic memory goes back to 1898 when he was four and saw his first train. Beginning with this first memory, he tells the reader story after story that reveal a remarkable man who loved life, appreciated people, and enjoyed every day. He said he lived his life as his father taught him: to treat every man as his brother and every woman as his sister. He also said he believed that people were good if you'd let them be and that love is the most important thing in the world.Without anything being said, you knew he expected your best out of you, and you didna#39;t want to disappoint him. To really appreciate what a ... (Grandmother and Granddaddy cooked on a big wood stove in my memory.) There was no air ... We also spent summer vacations in Saluda. There was a time ... cured him. In 1953 we moved to Charleston, and in 1955 we Appendix: Essays, Letters and Articles 441.
|Title||:||Padgett's My Name|
|Publisher||:||Lulu.com - 2008-11-18|