I was born and raised in a coal mining camp called Westbourne, Tennessee. My dad was a coal miner and I was the youngest of nine children. Mom and Dad worked hard to raise us up to love, obey, and have faith in God. I loved the old house and the old holler we lived in. I live on my memories of Mom, Dad, Brothers, Sisters, and of my childhood. So my love for my daylilies fit right in with my precious memories. Each special one reminds me of a special memory back at the old homeplace.
I started at the age of sixteen hybridizing daylilies for my brother while he was working. This grew into a love for daylilies that, after forty-six years, just keeps on growing. It is a wonderful hobby for me. I am naming my daylilies after my precious memories of my childhood and every one I register has to live up the name I give it.