When I was a kid, from ages 6 to around 9, my family lived in the middle of NOWHERE. My dad was in seminary to become a pastor and while he was finishing his degree at Candler School of Theology at Emory University he also preached at two small churches in The Rock, Georgia. Yes, that is a real place. Located about 7 miles North of Thomaston, The Rock is a small unincorporated town of Upson County.
We lived two houses down from the church, the only thing between the house and the church parking lot was the cemetery and our neighbor Mr. Johnny’s house. Although there was NOTHING around, as a small child I absolutely loved living in the country with a lot of open fields, tall trees to climb, and the sweet smell of honeysuckle all summer long.
It was incredible living in the country. I shot my first BB gun while living there, saw a deer get skinned, shucked buckets of corn, and had neighbors who owned multiple goats and a donkey named Marvin (who frequently escaped). Continue reading “Southern Fried Catfish Tacos”