The Ninth Day of August
“The Ninth Day of August It was the ninth day of August. My Dad could not remember the exact year, only that it was before 1953 – the year that he graduated from high school. But the day and the month have been etched in his memory for a long time. Dad recounted the events of that difficult day to the Wednesday morning Bible class yesterday, which was also his 89th birthday. Dad’s Dad was a cotton farmer in West Texas. For those familiar with the dry climate of West Texas, growing anything on a farm out there can be challenging. Farming was and is a difficult way of life. My Dad said that his father would borrow money every year to make it through the growing season. Then when the cotton…