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One of the most memorable incidents of my first year in school was watching the teacher pull Rex out of his seat by a handful of red hair, a picture of frustration. For several years he seemed uncooperative in learning, until finally someone discovered that he was nearly blind. Thick glasses helped him see so much of the world he had been missing, but catching up on those exasperating years of reading and soaking up knowledge was hard. He even wore the glasses on the football field, and was a good athlete. He loved making music, breaking horses, and being a friend.

In an earlier piece I mentioned meeting Rex again at the Turkey Jamboree, and was happy to learn he has had a very successful life both personally and professionally. I gave him some of my books, with hopes of seeing him at the next Flomot homecoming. Then just before Christmas a package with the address of his cotton gin arrived in the mail, a cloth calendar with a bale of cotton pictured at the top, a memory of “olden days.” This is definitely a keeper!

My memories of Flomot are one of my most precious possessions. Imagine how empty life would be for someone with amnesia. I am so richly blessed.

Cora Gail Trent
www.cgtrent.com
cgtrent@att.net