A couple of weeks ago we took my mother-in-law a doctor on
the 8th floor of a building in the Cumberland area in Smyrna. After she had seen the doctor Anna signaled
me to go get the car. I rode down the
elevator with a couple probably in their 70s.
The man noticed the cap I was wearing and said his great grandfather
fought on Kennesaw Mountain in the Civil War.
I said mine did too. He said he
had been to the museum at the
mountain. I told him my great
grandfather was in 39th North Carolina Regiment, Company I. He told me his great grandfather was in a
Indiana or Ohio unit. I said maybe his
great grandfather was the Yankee that shot my great grandfather in the knee. We laughed.
By this time we were out of the elevator and walking towards
the parking lot. I told them that my
great grandfather, after being shot recuperated at a private residence near
Woodstock - and while recuperating made friends in the area and moved back to
Woodstock after the war, and that is why
I and my many cousins live hear now.
They found out all that was very interesting and was even
double interested when they realized I was a Marietta native.
Then he asked what college did I attend. I told him I attended Kennesaw Junior College
and that is about it. Their smiles
turned into frozen smiles. They
separated from me very quickly, falsely smiling.
"Imagine!"
They probably thought, "We were in the elevator alone with that man
and then in a lone parking lot with nobody near us! We are lucky he didn't kill us! He had no education to speak of".
I should have added I was on the Dean's List most of the
time at Kennesaw Junior College.
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lol
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