WILLIAM CARROLL MOORE Long before my parents moved in, it had been used as a temporary residence by my grandfather and his new wife, Sarah Helen Thompson Gresham, as a “weaner” house, as it has been for other family members just starting out on their own as my parents were. It has also served as temporary housing for farm workers. I don’t know the circumstances of my parents’ stay—whether Dad farmed the surrounding land or not—but after two years, they moved to a house on Kimbrough Lane where Dad leased land for his farming operation. KIMBROUGH LANE None in our immediate family, except our parents, ever saw the Kimbrough Lane house, or even knew where it was. Old man Kimbrough and his son owned two houses on the mountain property, and both they and their families lived in one house. Mother and Dad rented the other, which stood, we were told, in a windy area facing the road going from Heber Springs over to Pangburn. It had previously been used for storage of hay and wasn’t well suited for habitation, as it was drafty and difcult to heat. The house was barely livable but the farmland that came with it was productive, with enough acreage for Dad to hire help with harvests. My sister, Helen Marie, —or “Sis,” as my brother and I call her—was born there in March of 1928, in a room whistling with cold. Our family never took us to visit the place, and I suspect they never wanted to see it again. They lived there for several years before their move to the Badders Place. – 7 –
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