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Born on a mountain top in Tennessee--yeah rite--should of been. Word has it from reliable sources-- Mom and Dad-- Dad--Tonnie Wayne--Mom--Robbie Louise--- conceived in the back of a Ford circa 1940 something-- El Paso Tx-- on the way to Yuma Arizona going to see my Grandparents---my dads side.This had to be in January of 1943--cause I was born in September of that year.  From what I remember--I don't-- they had hitched a ride with an old gentleman that was traveling to California and stopped in El Paso to visit some family or business or what ever. Anyway with time  on their hands and being kinda newly weds---no money for a room---what the  heck--things happen that way. Before I was born my Dad shipped out-- good old Marine Corp--Guam --Iwo Jima---Purple Hearts n all. Not sure when he finally came home but during that time we stayed either with my Mom's parents ---Zack and Flora Ada-- in Weatherford Tx or the other Grand Parents in Yuma. Now the memories start or what I was told and still remember.While in Weatherford ---frame house -- Papa and Mama Buntin as we fondly called them-- and my first dog---might have been my Papa's but seemed like mine---little Terrier named Skipper---he was a constant companion--unlike most dogs he was followed everywhere by little old me. Sad to say he was poisoned -- well that's what I remember-yeah rite-Ok be back when my memory refreshes itself -- after all I was born in '43.



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