[No, that is not his cabin, and that is not Mr. Frank. This HABS photo was taken maybe a ear before Mr. Frank arrived at Umbria. But I like to think that the cabin he occupied there looked like this one.]
I was only 4 when Mr. Frank died in 1943, but I do have a strong memory of him. He would come to my father’s post office in Sawyerville, Alabama to pick up any mail for the people living or staying at Umbria Plantation just to the east. Tall. Skinny. Old. I’ll stick with those last 2, but tall? To a 4-year-old all adults are tall. I knew that he had been a hobo who showed up in Sawyerville one day going from house to house asking to sharpen knives for a bit of food, and when he got to Umbria the folks there took him in and provided a home for him.
I was only 4 when Mr. Frank died in 1943, but I do have a strong memory of him. He would come to my father’s post office in Sawyerville, Alabama to pick up any mail for the people living or staying at Umbria Plantation just to the east. Tall. Skinny. Old. I’ll stick with those last 2, but tall? To a 4-year-old all adults are tall. I knew that he had been a hobo who showed up in Sawyerville one day going from house to house asking to sharpen knives for a bit of food, and when he got to Umbria the folks there took him in and provided a home for him.
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