In looking through some old photos today, I find myself grateful for such wonderful memories.
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| This picture of Mr. Eddie West, God rest his soul, brings back my early days as a musician. Mr. Eddie taught me to play on that very bass guitar. I'll tell you that story sometime. We named it "Big Woody"--the heaviest bass I've ever seen. It was like an oak tree with strings, but I built my chops (and back muscles) on that beast. |
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| 1990: My first (and so far only) trip to the gulf. The Marching Southerners did an exhibition show in Fort Walton Beach, Florida. The trip was a whirlwind, but it was beautiful. |
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| My Dad, ML Maddox. A good memory if him at Christmas time when we lived in Piedmont. |
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| One of the first--if not THE first afghan I ever crocheted. |
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| 2006: My sister Ida's wedding. One of the best family celebrations we've ever had. Plus, I still brag on the fact that Ida made her own wedding dress. |
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| Great memory from my teaching days. Love my Thunderbabies! |
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