Thanks for the flowers! Gorgeous!
That’s the kind of church I always picture when I hear Three Bells. Old, clapboard, the bell ringing sweetly from the steeple, calling to everyone.
Love the Smoky Mtns, too. Daddy’s people were from the mountains of NC, moved from there to Kentucky and Ohio and then Indianna. Now I’m back in NC. LOL
I am about an hour from where I was born..I had no idea I would be back close to my roots.
When we bought our first house in the 50s in a then small suburb of Dallas..our church was one built around 1890..wooden and charming..until cold winter winds hit and feet turned to blocks of ice..Charm has its drawbacks.
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