Petty Cemetery, Fannin County, Ga.

Above, my g-g-grandfather, Elijah Petty (1806-1881).

Elijah Petty was a twin to Elisha Petty, born in Surry County, North Carolina, which is near in the northern part of North Carolina, near the Virginia border. His parents were considered early pioneers of Surry County. He moved to McDowell County, where his wife and my great-great grandmother Letty Lewis Petty died. He secondly married Sarah Parker.

I have been to Fannin County, Georgia, several times looking for the Petty cemetery. I knew it was there and even had directions I got from the book of Fannin County Cemeteries that is in the Georgia Room at the Main Library of Cobb County. I found the road it was supposed to be on and rode up and down it and could not determine in what thicket would a cemetery be.

Than, as happened more than once, I found it in a strange coincidental way. On a Petty bulletin board I talked to a lady Petty living out west someplace but grew up in Fannin County, and her parents still lived there. We could not determine just how close kin we were… we did not have the same progenitors, up to our great great great grandparents. Her father, decided to retire in Fannin County after his years with the Air Force. After he retired he was a school bus driver. Being a driver of a bus he rode higher than I normally do, and from his high perch in a bus dirver’s seat he could see over little humps or mounds along side the roads. He saw a cemetery. Just out of curiosity, he got out one day and looked and the surnames of most the residents were Petty, the same as his.

So, one year after a Hunter Reunion in neighboring Union County, I dropped by a telephone booth in Fannin County and called Mr. Petty. He said he was only about 5 miles away, so he and his wife drove out and met me. After we looked each other over and decided we were not the mugging or car-jacking type, they invited me to leave me car in the parking lot of a strip shopping center and we made the 18 mile trip down the road to the Petty cemetery. It was the same road I had been on several times…. Only thing, it was on the other side of a hump, that I couldn’t see over from the car.

So this is it.



This above picture is my g-g-grandfather’s 2nd wife, Sarah Parker (1818-1897). She married Elijah and had an instant family of 5 or 6 children. And in time she produced a bunch also.

More Petty relatives in residence:

Pat O'Brien's of New Orleans postcard

This is the courtyard of the famous Pat O’Brien’s on 619 St. Peter Street in New Orleans, next door the Preservation Hall.

The back of the card says the building and courtyard was erected in 1791 as the first Spanish Theater in the U.S.

It is also the home of the famous expensive Hurricane drink. You are just a nobody unless you are wondering the French Quarters holding in a drunken stupor holding the famous Pat O’Brien’s famous Hurricane tumbler.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WILLOW

Today Willow is two years old. And on June the 16th will be our one year anniversary with her. I took her out for this morning for 45 minute walk and a 1.5 mile run. She likes to run.

Hopefully sometime today I will be able to carry her to the dog park. She loves the dog park. She likes to play chase with the other dogs… when she is ganged up on or a bigger dog growls at her she will run and get under the bench I am sitting on. Maybe she can find a little runt to bully and harass – she likes that too.

Yesterday evening when I took her out for the last time for the day I was on the deck and happened to notice her. She was trotting around, suddenly making turns, and sometimes going faster and sometimes slowing down, but mostly a constant trot with turns. I wondered if she was cracking up – if so, should I shoot her or what – and then I noticed a little flying bug about a foot from her head… Willow was just trotting along following a flying insect.

Dick Day

Above is Dick Day at a beer pavilion at the NYC World’s Fair in 1965. And also is a promo picture of Dick now, today, present times.

We were in the Navy together. In our Squadron, HU-4, Dick was the journalist. He put out a monthly squadron newsletter and also sent news about homeboys to their home town newspapers.

Once he and I (mostly he) printed, on mimeograph, a magazine of prose called ALL THERE IS. We couldn’t give it away.

Before he came in the Navy he was in the doing showbiz kind of things in NYC. Dick was quiet person, in a well-trained-voice sort of way. He had a very subdued wit about him, sort of like a time bomb… you had to think of what he said, and maybe even go to the dictionary. Then it would hit you and it was a riotous funny.

Dick introduced me to many things in the way of liberal arts, such as jazz music and literature. I wished he handed out some kind of diploma or certificate for all he taught me… but then, he might want tuition fees or something.

We got out of the Navy not too far apart, maybe a month or two. Me first.

He became a radio announcer as soon as he departed the Navy. I visited him in Harrisburg once and he and his wife took me out to eat at a lobster house.

For ten years or so we kept up our communication lines. And that was before email! We would sometimes write letters and sometimes dictate into a cassette player.

And through the years he and his wife visited us several times, which we usually took them to Atlanta. Then, there were not much in Cobb County to see in the way of dining or entertainment.

They would usually drop by coming back from a trip south to Florida. Once, while they were visiting our Schnauzer bitch Schatzi had puppies.

I often wonder what ever became of my old Navy friends. As you know, Reuben materialized, and is retired and living in Thailand. I never knew what happened to Dick (and others).

Then, yesterday Rueben emailed me and said while watching the National Geographic channel special about 9/11 one of the newscasters in D.C. was Dick Day. With a little surfing and research he discovered Dick Day was working at WTOP in Washington, DC, and sent me a link.

Thanks Reuben.

I’m glad we are still alive.

Below I and Dick Day are trying to pull out the ghostly spirits of a pot and cast them into a herd of goats – New Hope, Pennsylvania – 1964 or 5.

Fatherly Advice

My neighbor, as I have mentioned several times, has a booming voice. You can hear him a block away. Really, while out walking the dog in the early morning I heard him a whole block away and could almost make out what he was saying.

The other day I heard him tell somebody on the phone that he had his boat in dry-dock waiting on something....if dry-dock means sitting on a boat trailer, it was in dry dock.

Today I overheard him give his almost grown son some fatherly advice:

"If I was you I wouldn't call him up and say that. They have Caller-I.D."

The Ponce de Leon Ball Park postcards.

These are not real post cards I bought off a rack or anything. I found them while surfing on the net, and since it is baseball season, I thought I would include them.

The Ponce de Leon Ball park, home of the Atlanta Crackers, was located just across Ponce de Leon Avenue from the big tall Sears Building in Atlanta.

I have been to several Cracker games, a couple of times with my Little League team each year and a couple of times with the Boy Scout troop I was in each year too.

One time I even stood at the Cracker’s home plate and batted… or I stood there with a bat anyway. I wasn’t a very good ball player and sat on the bench most the time. Our team was in some kind of playoffs. We were losing terribly. It was two outs and our coach Romeo Hudgins sent me in as a replacement, or whatever. I stood there, ready to knock the ball out of the stadium and behind me the catcher was saying all kinds of things to intimidate me …. I thought he must not realize which one of us was holding the bat… and about that time the pitcher threw the ball and it went by me so fast I could here it sing and the umpire behind me said “Strike” I wanted to say, “Ok, but what are you going to do about the catcher intimidating me?”

Then, another strike. And another strike and the game was over. I was glad, I didn’t really have much of a plan if I happened to hit the ball.

Every time we went to the stadium as spectators we got good seats. I don’t know if it was a lack of people or what. The stadium was concrete with an overhang to protect us from the weather… it could rain, hail, sleet, or snow and us lily white humans would be protected from the weather and the blaring sun. On the other hand, down the first base line, was the “Colored Section” which was shaky blenchers with no-type kind of weather protection. Shame shame.

One time, with the scout troop my little devil of a friend Jimmy Pat Presley try buying a cigar at the concession stand and they sold it to him. Then we all went down and bought cigars.

We had our own little smoking club – we went high up in the nose bleed section so the scout master couldn’t see us and smoked. We were not watching the game anyway. I remember, as we puffed our cigars we tried to think of cigar commercial jingles. One, I remember, went like this, “HAV-A-TAMPA CIGAR TODAY!” To the tune of “Two bits and a haircut”… also, something like “HAV-A-TAMPA CIGAR….LAAAAA!!!” - with about four of us with our right arm out, like just finishing a musical score. We were trying to rhyme Cigar and LAAAA. We had another pretty good one with Muriel Cigars, but I forgot.

This doesn’t have anything to do with Ponce de Leon Stadium, but worth mentioning anyway: There was a radio announcer in Atlanta, Henry somebody, I think Henry Thompson. By day he was a DJ with the named “Hank the Prank” Hank the Prank had all kinds of nifty bells, whistles, sirens, and what-all that was very entertaining when he had his show. In the evening during baseball season, he was Henry whatever, sport announcer for the Crackers. He used his sound effects expertise during the game also. I understand he was not really at the game but was in a studio reading a play-by-play teletype and if there was hit, his pencil hit something that sounded like a bat hitting the ball and then if it was a homerun he would play his roaring crowd tape…. You get the idea.

Red Baron BBQ?

The man on the right is Anna’s grandfather Paul E Foster (1895-1936). They lived in the Alpharetta, Cumming, Roswell area. This is a picture Anna's mother donated to the "Vanishing Georgia" Project.

The guy on the left has a Crabapple uniform on. Crabapple is also a little community in the area. You may recognize the name from a lot of Celestine Sibley’s books. Crabapple was her adopted community.

Also, there was a barbecue place in Crabapple with an old airplane’s tail sticking out the roof. I think the name of it was “Red’s BBQ.” It might still be there, we have not been there in years.

Bumper Sticker:

My Dachshund is smarter than your honor student.

Recent Movies

These are movies we saw recently with our Blockbuster movies by mail club we joined. Some were good, some were ok, and some some not so good or ok. But, don't trust anyone's opinion of a movie except your own... everybody looks at things through a different set of eyeballs and are filtered through different minds.

BEING THERE (1979), with Peter Sellers and Shirley MacLaine, is an older movie I have seen before but I wanted to see it again. I wanted to see it again because of the Biltmore Estate near Asheville, North Carolina, that I remembered was in it. We have been to the Biltmore several times, most recently, last December, I thought it was about a gardener who was a simple man who kept things simple by saying simple basic gardening 101 kind of things, “plants have to be nourished” and “they do need some fertilizer” which people were eating up like valuable metaphors. Suddenly the simper Gardner was in the news and being sought for interviews. Everything he said was taken for highest and cleverest meanings, which actually it appeared that he really only meant it to mean exactly what he meant. Like, “For growth you have to pull the weeds that take from the nourishment of the plant” or “There are seasons, spring and summer things grow in the winter and fall they become dormant” I least I thought he wasn’t talking straight and not metaphors - then in the last scene he worked across a pond… then I was baffled and the walking on water bit could change the whole meaning. It was good in a quiet subdued way.

THE ASSIGNATION OF JESSE JAMES w Brad Pitt is about the relationship between Jessie James (played by Brad Pitt) and his killer Bob Dalton played by Casey Affleck. Jesse James was a charismatic and unpredictable guy who seemed to have an extra sense to know when people are lying to him and all. He was also a down to earth family guy. As far as I know movie was historically accurate… pretty good too.


JESUS, MARY, AND JOEY was somewhat corny I thought, but that is just me. If you are a religious person you may enjoy this flick. It is about a big family and one of the boys in the family has questioned if there is a God or not, and just exactly how much doe He care and just how He pulled the strings to make things happen. I may have missed something, I feel asleep.

LARS AND THE REAL GIRL is about an overly shy guy and introvert who shuns off people trying to help him find a girl. He finally orders a plastic full size girlfriend (anatomically correct) off the Internet and he wheels him around town and treats her as if she was alive and witty. At first, the people in the small little community think he is bananas but after a while begin to accept her and respect her as a living being. It was a comedy.


MARTIAN CHILD is a movie about a shy little orphan kid who felt he was dropped on Earth my his Martial parents and one day will come back to claim him and his foster father, single, and their strained relationship. We got this one because we heard some good reviews about it….. that is the good thing about being a member of Netflicks or Blockbuster’s flick club, you get to see movies you other-wise would not waste the money on.

NATIONAL TREASURE 2. It is about hunting for the Hidden God City some meanies who belonged to a secret society that Lincoln shot at the Ford Theater. A lot of action in Indiana Jones style – a lot of action adrenaline pumping music too – to make it more exciting than it really was. Ho –hum.

Ostrich Mobile postcard

Dinah McCloud here.

I just wanted to show you a picture of me on my Ostrich back many years ago.

Then I was a pace setter, or a trend setter.

The man at the auto shop lent it to me for a loaner when I carried my roadster in for repairs.

I looked so debonair on this big bird with my head up and my nose pointed upward.

Then, I hopped off and marred up ankle deep in ostrich poot.

I made quiet a name for myself the next day at the homeless shelter, handing out ostrich burgers and ostrich stew.

Ta ta for now.

Today’s date is D-Day

That is, today’s date is d-day my mother Ethel America “Janie” Petty was born in 1918. That was 90 years ago.

She was born in Gillette, Wyoming.

The family came back east, spent a couple of years in Virginia, and then they moved back to her parents old stomping grounds, Murray County, Georgia, where she mostly grew up. After her father died she moved to Marietta to work and that is where she met my father-to-be Ed Hunter.

They had three children, two daughters and a son. Janie died at age 77. in 1996.

She was one of a kind.

North Georgia Mountain Color postcard

click on picture for bigness.

I am still getting some mileage out of the postcards I bought Sunday.

Things came up yesterday that I didn't get to post any postcards. Get it? Post postcards? Am I good player with words or what?

The back of the cards tell of the beautiful colors of fall in the Georgia Mountains. But you already know that.

Back to Brandi's World Famous Hotdogs

Here I sat eating a chili-slaw dog and onion rings at Brandi’s World Famous Hotdogs and blogging on my laptop. I was to meet my two cousins (father and son) that was to come from the coast to meet me… but didn’t. Just kidding

Seriously, today I did go to Brandi’s World Famous Hotdogs again and had a chili-slaw dog and onion rings. My mother-in-law was with me, she treated. She likes Brandi’s too. That was my treat for taking her to the doctor .

Today was the second visit to Brandi’s in two weeks. I am what I eat… arf arf!

Me and Mr. Moon

While sorting through some pictures the other day I came across this. It is me and a paper moon. I’m the one on the left.

Not too many years ago I looked all over for this picture and decided it was lost forever. Then.. surprise! It is not that great of a picture, I look something like a wet rat or a war refugee asking if you have any money, but it is a matter of being possessive. I wanted that picture because it is mine, regardless how bad it is.

Now, I have it, I feel all warm inside.

Trammell Fest at the Trammell House in Marietta!

This is the Trammell House on Trammell Street in Marietta. Col. Leander Newton Trammell had the house built. The colonel led a very interesting and awarding life. He grew up in humble surroundings in Habersham County, in North Georgia, and went to law school, became a lawyer, teacher, an officer in the Confederate Army as a quartermaster, a state legislator and chairman of the State Railway Commission.

In recent years Douglas and Rachel bought the Trammell House and with much research renovated the house back to its original plans, as closely as possible, when the colonel and his family lived in it.*

Now Doug and Rachel are considering having a Trammell Reunion of living Trammell descendants to meet there and see this magnificent house.

Dates and details are being studied.

Are you a Trammell descendant and if so, would you come?

We would appreciate any input on how to round up a bunch of Trammells.



*No outhouse.


Col. L.N. Trammell

TRINITY COMIC BOOK

This is DC COMICS newest comic book, TRINITY and this is the first issue, and I believe today is the first day it was on the stands – here in town, anyway.

It is written by Kurt Busiek and drawn by Mark Bagley… and a whole crew of people that did the colors, lettering, and all that.

Just flipping through it, not reading or looking yet in detail, it appears that quiet a few superheroes hang out together such as Superman, Batman, and Wonderwoman.

Mark Bagley will be able to carry his expertise from years of drawing THE AMAZING SPIDERMAN to TRINITY.

This will be a weekly comic book series – I think I heard it is go for a full year – then something else.

I noticed that all the superheroes have a blue hair… they always have, ever since the beginning of time… their time anyway, which was in the 1930s.

There are many full page ads to interrupt the story - I prefer the format of the old comics, that only had ads between stories. Time changes.

I am glad to see on the credit page that the original creators of SUPERMAN (Jerry Siegel & Joe Shuster), BATMAN (Bob Kane) and WONDERWOMAN (William Marston) are given credit. For years, I know, Siegel and Shuster got the shaft while others made millions.

Will TRINITY #1 be a collector’s item? Time will tell I suppose. I guess it would stand a bigger chance of it being a collector’s item if one of the creators signed it. Which, this coming Saturday Mark Bagley will be at Dr. No’s Comics on Canton Highway signing these.

The Clay Homes - nevermore

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The Clay Homes, the low rental projects that I spent from about my first 6 months to 7 years old are gone. Recently, they were bulldozed away to make way for a new office park.

I guess it is common business sense. Which will be less costly in many ways, poor families or businesses in an office park?

A friend of mine who grew up in Marietta but moved away about 20 years or so ago recently asked me in an email were The Clay Homes still standing.

Here is my reply:

Date: Tuesday, June 3, 2008, 2:04 PM
Richard,

You asked about the Clay Homes.

Well, here they are, or here they an't.

I took this picture today in what used to be the playground of Waterman Street School, now the parking lot of the Salvation Army. The ground The Clay Homes were on looks like a barren wasteland doesn’t it?

You can see the recognizable Cobb County Government buildings on the horizon. They are in the places that used to be the old Courthouse and the old Sheriff’s office and jail.

There are too many “What-used-be” places in Marietta.

Times, they are a-changing.

Eddie

Brasstown Ball postcard

Speaking of Union County, this is Brasstown Ball, the highest point in Georgia at 4784 feet above sea level.

There is a Brasstown, North Carolina, not too far away. The Lance family that lived in Blairsville also had relatives and homes in Clay County, NC, which is where Brasstown is. I do not know if there is a connection or not – Lances in Union County and Clay County, near the town of Brasstown… I hope somebody knows.

I have been up to the top of the structure of Brasstown Ball several times over the years. About 1966, an old Navy friend, Don and I drove to the top. Don wanted the claim that he peed on Georgia’s highest point – he did. We and the Ranger were the only ones there. The last I heard he was a professor at the University of Illinois - so, maybe it caused good luck to fall his way.... which reminds me, I'm glad it wasn't windy that day.

Brandi's World Famous Hotdogs - again

I had two doctors visits this morning and while in the downtown area I visited the City Cemetery to take a picture of an old friend’s grave that somehow I lost the picture of his marker. And also I took a few pictures of what used to be Clay Homes, high up on the hill, of what used to be Waterman Street School.

There are too many “What used to be” places around.

Then, combining my trip, to save gas – or maybe to create gas, while in the area I went to Brandi’s World Famous Hotdogs for a fix.

Her hotdogs and hamburgers come with a chili that can’t be beat. The chili has a secret hot spice in it plus little chopped up onions.

I drove into the parking lot at 11:00am, it was easy to get a parking place, the noon onslaught hasn’t arrived yet.

Inside I placed my order to go and grabbed a seat to watch the three ladies work synchronized to each other’s movements like a Swiss clock. Each knows all and sees all. They know what each person orders, before it is even written down.

Brandi is always relaxed and laid back. She doesn’t let huge crowds of people lined up outside the door pressure her at all, as far as I know. She takes it all, one thing at a time with a relaxed smile.

Today she was sitting at the corner talking to some older gent and you could tell she really enjoyed their conversation. She is a people person.

One of the others is the cook that stayed over from when it was Betty’s World Famous Hotdogs. I can see a resemblance in her and Betty, so I think she may be Betty’s daughter.

The other one is young but I have watched her start off there much younger waiting on tables. She seems to more and more to run things.

As I left a young man got out of a red sporty looking car and said, “Is it any good today?”

I said, “It is always good!”

Overheard in a Waiting Room Today

Overheard in the Waiting Room Today

Older man: There is big race this weekend.

Daughter (knitting): What kind of race.

Older man: Horse Race. The Belmont. The one that everybody thought is going to win now has a cracked hoof.

Daughter (still knitting): Who’s that?

Older man (irritated): The horse!

Homer & Cora Prance

This is Anna’s relatives Homer Jackson Prance (1886-1961) and his wife Coral Louise Smith (1890 – 1976). They married in Americus, Georgia, in 1913. They had five children. They both died in the Atlanta area, he in East Point and she in Atlanta.

Homer was born in Cobb County, Georgia and Coral was born in Terrell, Georgia. Terrell is just south of Plains, Georgia, and Americus is just north of Plains.

Here are a few facts pulled from the statistics: Homer lived 74 years; Cora lived 86 years; Homer was 26 and Cora was 22 when they got married; and They were married 47 years when Homer died.

Union County, Ga Old Courthouse postcard

I had to buy a few postcards yesterday.

This Old Union County Courthouse was built in 1899, with red clay brick made just down the street, the back says at a cost of $12,000. It also said this was the 3rd courthouse, but has been condemned by the fire marshalls from holding court.

But, if I understand correctly, is not condemned from the bluegrass concerts they have here....hmmmmmm.

It is also a museum ran by the Union County Historical Society.

John Hunter Decendants Reunion in Union Co, Ga

Above, left to right Franklin Hunter, Dora Hunter Allison Spiva, age 103, and Dani. Dani is a school teacher. She showed her organization skills or motors, or whatever teachers call them in making everything come together – she stood in for the President on short notice and because of her everything ran smoothly like a Swiss clock.

By Dora’s big smile and twinkle in her eyes, you can tell she is the belle of the ball. You would never think she is 103 years old.



I have several blog entries on Dora. She was my neighbor Harold's teacher - Harold died an old man in 2002. Here is another one of her with Franklin Hunter, and another one where a handsome debonair suave brute is trying to break in - is it Sean Connery, or is it ME? The lady on the left I don't know, I think she was taking care of Dora.

Sunday, the first Sunday of June, was the annual reunion of the Descendants of John Hunter, who came to that area about 1838, maybe a year or two earlier.

Almost as soon as we drove away from the house Sunday Morning it started pouring down rain. We got on the 575 Highway and for almost an hour the rain was so heavy we could hardly see the highway we were trying to decide whether to turn around or not… but why turn around? We still had to drive through it. On up in the mountains the rain became lighter, but it never stopped completely.

Up in the mountains the mist rose up to curl around the mountain tops – it looked mystic. The reunion was to start at 1:00. We were there about 12:20. Naturally. Only several people had arrived. Is this about it because of the rain? I wondered. No, after a while people came in forces – and bought plenty of food of a wide assortment for me to wonder at. It all looked good, but there was a long table full of selections – oh, what to do?


This person is a relative who I already forgot his name, of course. He had a Marine hat on and we started talking about our service time and ship time. Each of us had both spent only a short time on a Navy ship. I mentioned I spent my short time aboard the USS NEWPORT NEWS and I thought he would choke – that was the same ship he spent his short ship tour on – and near the same time. Again, small world.








The man in the center is the commissioner of Union County. He dropped by to tell us as a group what the latest with the John Hunter Cabin. He is trying to work out a deal where it will go on the Byron Hubert Reece Farm-Museum. Byron is also a descendant of John Hunter, so it fits… more or less.







The reunion was held at Track Rock Camp Grounds, as it has for years. Above is the owner of Track Rock Campgrounds Tommy Alexander and his wife. Tommy is also a Hunter descendant.


Fog on the mountain. I got it!!! Now, I know how “Foggy Mountain Breakdown” got its name!

The Whole Yard is a Stage

Curtain Time and the Show IS OVER.

Fairly often on our street, one of three neighbors will call and tell us to look outside. We look outside and the street is lined with police cars with flashing blue lights and a fire truck, and sometimes an ambulance with their flashing red lights. And tonight one of the neighbors said the SWAT Team came too. I didn’t see the SWAT team. But I did see the flashing red and blue lights and a bunch of people standing around.

The center of all this attention are our neighbors that live directly across the street. I have seen more than a few dramas held on their front lawn.

Usually they get overly obnoxious loud cursing at one another and make threats at each other. Then usually, a neighbor overhears it and dials 911.

We keep to the back of the house mostly and have double insulated windows so usually we don’t know about their ruckuses until a neighbor calls.

This evening a neighbor called and said the baby’s mama and the baby’s mama’s sister got into a physical fight with the baby’s mama aunt, who is pregnant. The boy and his father kept calling each other Fucking this and that. I saw the flashing lights and thought, “Curtain time!”

All the neighbors take their positions at the windows and the police and emergency officials stand around and watch the loose-knit family scream at one another.

I think if we neighbors did want to get closer for hearing and seeing purposes the officials would tell us to “move on, the show is over”.

Why have a show? They have no understanding about dirty laundry, privacy and all that. I think they enjoy putting on a good live show from time to time.

I’m not sure if I should holler “Bravo!” and throw roses in the yard or what..

Old Salem Cemetery, Union County, Georgia

This is the Old Salem Church Cemetery in Union County. It is almost on top of a very high hill or small mountain across the Highway from what was the John Hunter cabin that I posted many times on this blog.

I think everybody buried there is a Hunter relative. John Hunter is said to be buried here also, in an unmarked grave. John deeded the land for the church.

The first time I visited it we had to go up a long eroded dirt rode grown up with small bushes, we had to walk pat of the way. A year or two ago a new road was cut and we drove right up to it.

We will be in the cemetery’s neighborhood today, attending the Descendants of John Hunter Reunion. There will be many covered dishes of delicious foods, mountain style. And sometime this evening, I will be moaning and fussing at myself for not knowing when to stop.