Uncle Carr

Living at the Old  George Corbett Homesite was living in the deep woods. It was called Bear Pen by the old timers long ago. They say men would trap bears there . My past thoughts are from this place  when I was about 5 yrs old. We played in the side yard all the time during the summer, making little roads with our toy trucks,,  It was so much fun there.  Mom had chickens in the yard that fed all over the place.. This is what happened one day while playing in the yard.

We had a  two rut tram road beside the house for any mule and cart to travel up Lyon.  This day I noticed one old Black Man named Uncle Carr. He passed every day going and  coming from the fields where he worked.  He was sitting on the cart, looking forward, humped over, sweat on his brow, never noticing us when we  went to greet him. He just looked forward everytime.  I began to feel sorry for Uncle Carr. He looked tired, no emotion each time he passed by home. I always wondered what worried him.  He often did odd jobs around the community . He looked so tired to me ,  from a  little boy eyes.. 
One day months later I noticed Uncle Carr did not come by anymore.  I missed him because I want to see him one day happy  and smiling. 

I ask my mom about Uncle Carr. She said Uncle Carr was tearing down a big barn  up the road from us. He had been working on it for days when He fell out of the top to his death. I was shocked and wanted to cry.    Why did Uncle Carr , such a sad man have to die that way. 

You may ask why we called him Uncle Carr. Well we were taught by our parents to call all older Black folks  Aunt or Uncle.  and He did..