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• Saturday morning was the “Lancing School Reunion” here in our little remnant of a town. Outside our front door, which is also outside the Plateau Home School across the narrow street, they had chairs set up and people gathering. Cheesy old gospel music sung by a slightly flat but well-meaning man in an old tuxedo shirt got things rolling but (THANKFULLY) a full blue-grass band took over by lunch. We opened our doors wide and sat and rocked on our front porch. Later we headed over for burgers and ice cream cones; no one seemed to care we’d never gone to the Lancing School LOL! They all invited us repeatedly and we heard more than once how glad they were to see children in this house again.
• They had a display set up in the old Presby church with photographs and stories of what the town used to be. Our street was the “main” street; there were 3 other busy streets, a train depot, 3 stores, a library, the school, the P.O. “Coming into town” was a BIG deal for the families of the surrounding areas, mountain people and Cherokee alike. We saw pictures of generations who still have descendants living not far from where they did and heard their stories. A real treat: I met Alice Scott, who lived in my house and grew up here. The house used to be called “The Scott House”; she was 5 in 1933 when they remodeled it and moved in. Her guess is that it was built around 1910. She was able to tell me all about what it used to be like: that it had 5 bedrooms upstairs, that they raised 8 children in it, how her grandma died in the back bedroom, where they did the washing, how it was always a white house, where the piano was kept. I’m excited that she has other photos that she wants to show me!
• Sunday we went to our church for worship, which was wonderful, and headed home for pimento cheese sandwiches. We got home just as my parents and sister and bil drove up. Saturday was spent hanging out, catching up, unloading cargo from storage, and having my sister’s birthday dinner: Roast Chicken, sauted cabbage and squash, biscuits, new potatoes with dill, and chocolate birthday cake.
• Monday: we watched the trains, chatted about projects, watched Baby Ruth on the sonogram recording, said good bye to E and J, rocked on the porch, built a campfire and roasted marshmallows, sat until dark and the fire died down.

It’s Tuesday morning now, everyone’s gone, I have a new-to-me futon (which will sleep guests if anyone is interested in a visit up here!), the coffee’s grown cold, and I have a day of sorting toys and other stuff we’ve lived just fine without for the past year ahead of me. It’s quiet in my little used-to-be town but for the crickets still twittering out in the trees.

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