it’s funny isn’t it but remember how out in the country used to be all the old roads were gravel or red clay...when I was a boy even the old county and some rural state highways were
like 486 between Morton and Raleigh which runs through my ancestors old digs
my uncle in east Texas whom we saw last on the way back from the epic journey..(wifey’s trip into the twilight zone as she calls it....17 days in a car with 3 boys 11 and under...I loved it...she was ambivalent..at best)
anyhow my uncle had a cornerstone log from the old cabin at the homeplace dated from 1820 with Choctaw land deal where my great X2 grandpa had built...my mom and uncle were born there...still standing in 1980 but tornado got it...you go into an old cemetary in Mississippi and there are always loads of CSA vets...some still well kept up...some not so much
I trust that Annette’s trip through the Twilight Zone yielded some beautiful shoes. ;o)
1820....that was an awful long time ago. I’m sorry that it was destroyed. What great history, though.
My family cemetery is so well kept that there’s a padlock on the gate. We couldn’t get in without calling the caretaker. What is sad is that the padlock was rusty.