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.
When I was around six I found a beautifully embroidered child's pillowcase with wonderful flowers and bees and a butterfly in the most beautiful colors. Right in the middle of all of this was the name JANE. I loved it! I asked my Mother where it came from and she said she embroidered it when she was pregnant with me. And, that she and my Father were going to name me Jane. But changed their minds. Too bad. I loved it. So, I started signing my name with a flourish . . . . J a n e
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