F.W. Brooks
Voice out of the Wilderness
I had a step Grandfather that we would go to visit, mostly because he was married to my Grandmother. He was a transplanted Tennessean who had worked for Kelsey Hayes in Detroit, but after he retired moved back to his home state of Tennessee, where he had a hillside farm, more like a mountainside farm. He had a small herd of beef cattle, and plenty of hogs that seemed to me were mismanaged, but he made a fairly good living off of it.




