Only two of us were technically Speagle boys: my cousins Randy and Tommy. But our maternal grandmother and grandfather were named Speagle, and so even though our last name wasn't Speagle, we were Speagle boys.
On holidays, the extended Speagle family would gather at my grandparents' farm in the foothills of western North Carolina and share a holiday feast of fried chicken, corn, green beans, and pie. The Speagle boys would play outdoors until dark.
We loved each other like brothers, me and my cousins Mark, David, Greg, Randy, and Tommy. Bobby was older than the rest of us. He occasionally would join in our activities, but it was little kid stuff to him most of the time. Bruce was considerably younger - when he tried to keep up with us, he'd get frustrated. The girl cousins did their own thing - we weren't paying attention.
There was so much to do on that farm - play horseshoes, roam the woods, check out grandpa's cattle! So much to do!
I'm setting up this blog as a place to remember those magical times. I'll invite my cousins to contribute.
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