We knew the snow was coming, but it wouldn't have mattered. We would likely have gone anyway, for my brother's truck would have pulled every hill and bottomed out every hollow in Calhoun.
It was a windy day.
Mike and Gloria are our family genealogists, and they know where all our forebears are buried in these hills of Calhoun County. They also know old home sites, specifically of our grandmother, Mama Smith, where she lived with her family in Sarepta before she and Papa married. That's a great story for later with lots of pictures and memories.
I had wanted to be here for the homecoming and burial of Clayton Hellums' remains, but seeing his burial site and the old church where he taught Sunday School when he was a young man and before World War II... well, that was the next best thing. You see, one of the great ties that bind is that Clayton Hellums had our same kin... those men who went off to fight the Civil War and who died at Gettysburg. Clayton, like those earlier Clarks, gave his life for this country, though in a distinctively different war. Nevertheless, freedom came at great price, whether for the Confederacy in Virginia or the USA in Europe.
This post is dedicated to my friend, Gerard Louis. Gerard is, in my imagination, an outstanding French patriot, who would not stop until the remains of several of our country's sons who fell in the Foret de Parroy in France at the hands of the Germans in World War II were uncovered. He found the leading piece of evidence that they were there in that certain spot where the tank burned, and he saw the excavation through to the end, then participated in the patriotic and spiritual ceremony in his country in a way that made us all proud.
I told Gerard I went to the Mississippi gravesite and would post a picture. I'm sure he has seen many, but this one is from me.