In the 1970s my Grandmother wrote a story in the local paper about her first trip to Geneva, Alabama. She was maybe 8 and her Sister was around 10. Their Father took an Ox wagon for the 14 or so mile trip. They were to pick up their older Sister who was coming home from college via train.
A hurricane came through and the college president telegraphed them that he was keeping her for another day due to the storm. They had to stay overnight in a hotel.
They had all kinds of adventures and were helped out several times by strangers and acquaintances. Their Father thought nothing of taking a side trip to check on a turpentine still and then meeting them several miles later. The Ox, named “Old Bright”, just kept on the trail.
The next day their Father told them he would let them do anything they wanted so they visited the graveyard.
Interesting. Thanks for sharing. My grandmother (my Mom’s mom) was the first female bank teller in Nebraska (working at her uncle’s bank) and one day Buffalo Bill Cody himself walked in and asked if she could make change for a $1,000 bill. She told me that she replied: “Mister, I’ve never even seen a $1,000 bill in my life.” This would have been around 1905.