The other day, my mother in law and I were talking about the old times. As we traded stories, she passed along one that her aunt had told about my mother in law's grandfather. According to the story, he was a coal miner and died from lung disease at an early age, but somehow the family had enough money to buy a "store bought casket" for the funeral. Such a thing had never been seen before in that part of the mountains. The casket reportedly arrived by the Tweetsie railroad and was then carried by "the men" over the mountains to where the body was being kept. Folks reportedly came from miles around to see, not the procession, but the casket, this being the first store bought casket in Avery county.
Entertainment at its finest.
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from Anglican Futures It seems like a long time ago that a letter was
written to the Daily Telegraph suggesting that churches should close and
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My dad told me the story of the time his one room school let out because an airplane was supposed to (maybe)fly over for the first time. Ah, nostalgia.
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