Today my brother and I visited Datto, Arkansas. Never heard of it? Well, no one here really did either. Its just a small “town” in very rural Arkansas where our mother was born. It’s so rural that they just got a few of the town roads paved (we had to drive into the town on a gravel road) and stop signs about 2 weeks ago. We met a nice lady who had grown up in the town and she recognized our family names of Dowdy, Pringle and Poyner and knew people in the area with those names. Our mother had told us stories about Datto, the cotton fields her and her family worked on, the cotton gin building and the outside tornado storm cellars. We saw all of it…it was like a time capsule. The fields were as big as she described and the town was smaller that I had thought it would be.It was odd, and nice, to see buildings I knew my mother had seen as a child. I’m glad we stopped here to finally see her hometown.