A couple of weeks ago I made a trip to North Georgia to visit the Foxfire Museum. Normally we think of a museum as being a large building, with artifacts from a particular period of time. But this museum, sits on the side of a mountain, and is comprised of many buildings. Each old building houses a particular artifact from past periods, going back to the seventeen hundreds. I wrote about my trip in a previous article, but had more to write about it, and it follows.
From time to time I have written bits and pieces about segments of my life. Today, I started to write more stories about The Great Depression of the 1930s but decided I should write about a time before the crash of 1929, from stories my mother told.
My mother was without a doubt the most interesting woman I have ever known. She was extremely intelligent, without very much formal schooling. And despite the hardships she endured growing up she always seem to have this regal presence about her.
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