The Hanging Garden of Brassfield

The Hanging Garden of Brassfield come about in a strange way and over a bunch of years. Way back yonder the town of Brassfield used this old oak tree to hang murderers, horse thieves, and other such criminals. One of the peoples what got hung were found out to be not-guilty when the real culprick got caught red-handed and confessed. But it were too late. So they tried to make up for it by creating a garden where the oak tree was and not hanging nobody else there. Didn't help the one what got hung for what he didn't do though. Now the hanging part of the name got to mean something else when kudzu were introduced to Mississippi. It come from Japan and were supposed to stop erosion. Well it just went ever where and somebody made the mistake of planting some in Brassfield. It took over the garden and now it is a sight to be seen.
Tomorrow:
The Tall Light of Highhill.

How This Works by Hollis

It was I who prompted Uncle Harvey Lee to give me material for this blog. He has a reputation for storytelling and people in and around Harper are often seen in groups of four or more prodding him for another tale. I go to school five days a week and work a part-time job on Saturday and two or three evenings each week. It is easier for me to meet with Uncle Harvey Lee two or three days each week and gather the material for posting. As you can see I try to divide the stories evenly, not making any one day too long. I have promised my uncle to write everything as close to his words as possible. This is not an easy task and occasionally this difficulty may show in my work.

It is my wish that everyone will enjoy reading about Harper and Uncle Harvey Lee's life here. Your comments are appreciated. Please be frank. I will not show anything to my uncle that could cause him concern. If you enjoy reading about our town please tell your friends. Uncle Harvey Lee can't believe the response and asks me every time I see him for the numbers.