Meet my brother, Noah. Noah came into the world when I was 10 years old. My mother at 41 had a son. It’s a little of a funny story, for my in-laws, or in-loves as we like to call them, became grandparents the same week my mother became a mother for the third time. My niece and my brother were born five days apart. Noah has always been a laid-back kind of guy. He had my sister to grow up with since they only had a six year difference in age. Once I turned sixteen, I got a job

Happy Father’s Day!!! Meet Preston “Pawpaw” Futrell, my dad. He is the son of Harold and Mary Futrell. After spending some time in the Marines, his father became a farmer in the small town of Branchville, VA and they have never moved since. My dad became a farmer as his profession for 30 years. He is a man who understands soil, timber, and all things agriculture. He was a mechanic on all his equipment, a land owner when we saw something that fit, a board member, a deacon, and

This little series is called “A Few Good Men.” Today is my father and mother-in-love’s 51st wedding anniversary. Since last month you learned a little more about her, I’m going to take this opportunity to tell you a little bit more about the man, the myth, the legend: David “Poppy” Dillon. David Dillon is the third child of Richard “Granddad Dick” and Sarah “Granny Sal” Dillon. Richard was an engineer who graduated from Virginia Tech and worked for a firebrick company as a bo