Gone, but not forgotten

A TRIP HOME to Esto almost always includes a visit with my mother and grandmother in the Esto cemetery, along with so many other good people I have known and loved. The history of our town is told in those headstones.

This trip brought a special treat: After church on Sunday, we all adjourned to the fellowship hall for fried chicken, peas, creamed corn, fried okra and other delicious Southern delicacies. Naturally we gathered around the piano afterward to sing hymns.

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1 comment
  1. Joey Tew said:

    Some of the finest folks I’ve ever known are here, especially my Mom & Dad. Thanks for the memories.

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