Uncle Hube......

   This past Sunday Daddy and I visited with his brother Hubert. Uncle Hube turned 91 on October 17. They spent a few minutes talking of how each of them were and the conservation quickly turned to the days of living on the mountain in eastern Kentucky. Daddy was curious of when Papaw had built the big barn, he thought it was in the early 1930's and Hube said he was for sure it was 1932.
   To be able to set still and just listen, was priceless for me. Two brothers who were growing old could still remember things they did 70 years ago. They recalled things by the time of the year- fall 1940 or spring of 1938. Daddy talked how he could still find his way up the path. Sometimes he closes his eyes and he's back on the mountain. Uncle Hube said, yep just put me at the bottom & I'll meet you at the top. They talked about planting in the lower garden and Mamaw's apple orchard.
As we started to leave they held onto each other's hand, Daddy said, I love you buddy. Uncle Hube said, I love you to little brother.
   This picture was taken about 1956 on the way to Harlan, Kentucky. Uncle Hube was driving his Chevy and in the trunk was Papaw Brumett tomb stone. They purchased it here at home and loaded up all the supplies they needed to set the stone. Back then you would have been able to drive up the steep hill to the family plot. Last time I was there you had to walk and it was straight up.
Daddy says they carried water from the creek to mix the concrete. After a couple hours they were ready to sow a little grass. Before heading back down the hill they talked about the day they brought him back from Indiana, back to the mountain. Right where he wanted to be.