guardian angels...

A hundred-year-old photograph stares out from a frame,

and if you look real close you'll see our eyes are just the same.

I never met them face to face, but I still know them well

From the stories my dear grandmama tells.

Elijah was a farmer, he knew how to make things grow,

and Fannie vowed she'd follow him, wherever he would go.

As things turned out they never left their small Kentucky farm,

but he kept her fed, and she kept him warm.

They're my guardian angels, and I know they can see;

Every step I take, they are watching over me.

I might not know where I'm going,
but I'm sure where I come from.

They're my guardian angels, and I'm their special one.

Sometimes when I'm tired I feel Elijah take my arm;

he says, "Keep a-goin' - hard work never did a body harm."

And when I'm really troubled and I don't know what to do,

Fannie whispers, "Just do your best - we're awful proud of you."

They're my guardian angels, and I know they can see;

Every step I take, they are watching over me.

I might not know where I'm going,
but I'm sure where I come from.

They're my guardian angels, and I'm their special one.

A hundred-year-old photograph stares out from a frame,

and if you look real close you'll see our eyes are just the same.

Henley Haddix cabin, WW Haddix family

Solomon & Armina Back, Rev. Reuben W. Landrum, Reuben S. Landrum

Blanche and O.J. Landrum