I am now 42, soon to be 43 an I can remember sitting on the front steps to the house across the cotten gin an post office there in Tatum with my grandfather waiting on the train to go by drinking an RC cola after putting our peanuts in the bottle. My father grew up there as well and all our dead; I was given the house etc... but something happened along the way an I have no clue. I want to take my family now back there to see where I came from an was apart of.