This Oak was planted around the same time my Great Great Great Grandfather was buried here in 1892. My niece is standing between my Great Great Great Grandfather and his son, my Great Great Grandfather. The little Oak has grown . . . and, is now pushing up on the tent like stone. My Grandfather and Grandmother are also here along with most of their families. My Grandmother's birthday was the 22nd - happy 128th birthday Mammie. . . . . time flies.
Posted by You Can Call Me Jane at 5/25/2009