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| Westville and Pinola |
| Heading down MS 43, I saw that I was approaching Pinola. I remembered that Jason had told me about an old historical cemetery there. Sure enough, there was another of those brown signs depicting the presence of a public or historical place. It pointed the way to Westville Historical Cemetery down the road below. |
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| Elizabeth O. was the wife of Green Fenn. She was 22 years his senior. I had suspected other scenerios, but will go with this one in respect for the dead. I will simply say Green liked older women and considered them synonymous with fine wine. He survived her by 10 years, that is sad, maybe. He lived until he was 82. Did he pursue another older woman? They had both seen a lot of history. She was 94 when she passed on. |
| The Past in Stone. Some insightful, some funny, some extremely sad, and some, just silly. |
| Elizabeth O. and Green |
| The next two are very sad and you should just skip them if you aren't in the mood. |
| Two years later they lost their son. Did they tell how he died to warn others. |
| The sad part is over. You can open your eyes. |
| Mary's letters were big and bold, but poor Jackson's, they had to fold. Weather's Letters would not fit, so they were just bent a bit. More? |
| After leaving Pucket, 13 changed to 43. At about that point I'd seen a sign to Mendenhall. Now I know that Mendenhall was named after a local family. Maybe. |
| Riding into Pinola I saw there was not much to Pinola. Maybe I was on the Bypass. I did see the store below. It was my chance to shoot the obligatory Coke themed picture for my wife. It's the little things that count, huh, honey? NO? |
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