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| Liberty to Cole, continued. |
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| What I needed was a good place to eat. Cemeteries are great eateries. They are usually shaded in places and the company is good, always well mannered and quiet, mostly. I have heard some howling. I write this off as husbands and wives being buried to close to one another. There have been some hot breezes that could have only come from that arrangement. |
| The fella below was born in 1786. I cleaned the red ant bed off his stone. That's all it takes, an ant bed, to disappear. Put your stone high. Just a thought. I wonder if he met Jean LaFitte and Andrew Jackson? I'll bet he did. |
| Some just knock you down. |
| I'll bet she was a gal with a "presence". She sure saw a lot of history. What a gift. |
| The importance of service to the country is seen from graveyard to graveyard. Not so much now. What happened to us? |
| Never doubt The War's present importance. The 7th's history is covered on this site. These new stones are seen everywhere. So are the varaious Confederate Flags. I think they may be more prevalent. I can only imagine why. |
| Lunch with the Hoff-Roberts over, I rode toward Cole, resting near the crest of the Homochitto upland. "Near" is a subjective adjective which is used to fend of Mz Panhead. Ooops, I lapsed. Sorry. |
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