Shortly after had started flying the Ercoupe I was sailing along in smooth air at 5000 feet above the Georgia terrain when suddenly there was a cough and a sputter of the single Continental engine - then a deadly silence. My heart leapt to my throat. I tried to restart. No luck. Now I must look down for a landing place. I discovered a long field that looked like a pasture.I set the glide to approach it 'dead stick. When I got down lower I discovered a ragged windsock. Could it be this was an abandoned airfield with about a foot of hay growing on it? I touched down without incident - sat in the cockpit for awhile and said aloud, 'Thank You Jesus.' I was sure my angel was watching over me. When a man has arrived well into the seventh decade of his existence, perhaps it is justifies for him to look back over the panorama of his life and begin chronicling some things for his grandchildren and great grandchildren.