I Am Addams
When I was six years old, my family went to DeRidder, Louisiana to visit Grandma and Grandpa Addams. I had not seen them since I was a baby. I remember my grandpa, Richard Addams, whom after Grandpa Lee had died from consumption, was a strong husband for my grandma, Arlie. He showed to me that most holy Garden of the Earth Mother for the first time. I'd never had the privilege of meeting Grandpa Lee, but I took right to my surrogate Pop, as we picked figs for Grandma's dessert. I had never tasted them. I remember the smell of the holy waters, fighting back common pestilences of night's cold, the dew of the morning readying Earth for whatever we threw at her and it smelled holy. I'll never forget the scent of Life, as it filled up the morning with a newness and anticipation of the fruits of the days cheerful labors. May God bring me back there within my heart, for I had not seen the evidence of His Authority . But in this age of information, I have absorbed all I need;...
