Laugh - Cry - Remember Color of a Cry is a collection of short stories. Heartfelt stories of growing up in the rural South during the 50's and 60's. A time of innocence. Simpler times. Stories about a boy, a family and of an America we remember fondly.
A Time Gone By It sat at the intersection of two dirt roads. The unique location gave me and my childhood friend Bobby four distinctly different ways to go exploring. Mama didn’t mind as long as we followed her Be home by dark, don’t come home wet, and don’t get on any paved roads. We most often chose the northern artery, for it ran ten miles before meeting pavement, ten miles as a crow flies, but neither dirt roads nor young boys travel in straight lines.
The house is still there, but it’s just an old farmhouse worse for the wear. At one time, it was a new home for two young parents just starting out. Mom and Dad are gone now, too. We laid them to rest nearby. My sisters and I moved away years ago. Time has taken away nearly everything except the fond memories.
I completely enjoyed this book. Goodson is an able story teller - some of the stories in this book are better than others (especially the Jake stories) but they all hit a place in my heart. Maybe because I live in Georgia, my grandparents and parents lived in Georgia and I am the same age as Goodson, the stories were satisfying and brought memories. I, however, was not a farm kid. Actually, I have never even been to the Louisville area but family life in the 50's and 60's was all similar I suspect. Allen and I had a lot in common. The stories are windows to that era for anyone to look through, and learn about. A good read.