My weekend was like being on a wild goose chase. I wanted to go to Carcassonne to the square dance, and my son Randy tried to get me there, but we couldn’t find it. I don’t know how we missed the hollow that you take to get up to it.
We drove all the way to Red Star and we turned and came back and still we missed it. So we just went to Wendy’s and got us some food and came on back home.
My only time to ever be there was many years ago. My brother Emory and wife Darlene, my sister Judith and her husband Don, and Claude and I all went. It was a fun night and everyone had a good time out together. They must have changed the name of the hollow we were to take.
Now Emory and Claude are gone and the rest of us are getting too old to get out like that anymore, I guess. I still love to watch square dancing and listen to the music. I have always loved that.
Going to the suppers, that was fun to see everyone and the dance after it was over. I took a pie every time I went One time it sold for $65. I didn’t know what to think. We always decorated our boxes real pretty to take the pie in.
The last pie supper we had they wouldn’t hardly bid on one — maybe $5 — so we quit fooling with them.
They closed our schools over here, our post office and now we don’t have a grocery store since John Ison had to close because he wasn’t in good health. It makes it hard when you have to go so far for a loaf of bread or a gallon of milk, but we do okay. You can’t get rid of Linefork. We will stay in place.
We have to go to Gordon to vote. We will watch whom we vote for in the future too. It will make a difference. We will see in the next few years. Things will change in Letcher County.
We were out one weekend this summer and went by Cornettsville and went to a cemetery where my greatgreat great-grandfather is buried. His name was William Dock Cornett. He was in the Civil War and his wife was named Mary. He was my Grandpa D.D. Cornett’s great-great-great-grandpa.
They must have lived a hard life in those days. It was farming that let them live. They knew how to do all the things a farmer has to do, and they did it.
Someone has put big rocks around their graves and it has a flag on it also. So someone living must know who he was.
I didn’t hear my Grandpa Dock talk about his people much, but my youngest brother liked to talk to him about his life and how they lived. His dad was William Cornett and his mother was named Sara Caudill. They had 10 children.
I remember seeing Sara one time when she stayed at Grandpa’s. She was blind and could get around pretty good. They put walks with hand railings for her to hold onto.
I was just five years old. I was always curious about things people did. I loved all of those people very dearly. I never did forget her.
My Grandma Rachel’s mother was Pherby Frazier. I never did see her, but Grandma had a picture of her and Sara hanging on her wall. I loved to hear stories about them.
Grandma loved to tell me about her life. She had only sisters — no brother. They were Mollie, Sally, Hattie, Zinna, Rachel, and one I can’t remember. I loved my Aunt Katie. She was so good to me.
Grandma Rachel was good to me also. I didn’t know much about the other girls. Grandpa Dock was good, and he had good brothers also. Uncle Sam was so special.
My niece, who is sick with cancer is taking treatments in Lexington. Mack Alison, my nephew, is getting treatments in Hazard every day. Remember them in prayer.