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Dad told us a story about how, as a young man, he walked down the hill from this house after 24 hours of no sleep and hitchhiked to Virginia.

Apparently, he was able to direct them onto the main road and asked them to wake him up in knoxville. I think that they woke him up and told him that they were lost.

Dad got them back on the road (he drove at this point) and drove “like a racecar” to Virginia.

He drove strait up to his barracks and said “goodbye.” He isn’t sure if they ever traded names, or if they ever made it to NY (their destination).

This sign is right across the street from the smoldering house that dad and mom found smoldering.

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Dad told a story about this house that was interesting. When he and mom went on their honeymoon, they visited this house. When they arrived, the house was smoldering.

This was a two story house that had all the windows broken out. Dad said that there was little curtains (more like pieces of cloth) that sort of flapped with the wind, because there were no windows.

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Grandpa Nelson worked here. It was a general store called Baden’s.

Dad’s elementary school was here. Since then, a new school has replaced it.

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This house burned down. Dad told us that it had a cistern that they got their drinking water from. Dad also said that this was the first place they had running water. He worked many hours in this neighborhood for a telescoping fishing pole that he bought.

The pole was so heavy when it was extended, that he couldn’t hold it up. This was the first time dad remembered working hard for something that he couldn’t use.

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The house north of hwy 49 was a place dad was hired to cut a view to the creek, so that the woman could watch her kids swim. To the south us a field that dad found Indian arrowheads in.

Me: do you miss your dad when you come around here?

Dad: I’ve missed my dad for years.

Then he asked me if I’ve had a happy childhood. I did I had.