Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Last month's CornerShot by Pat Bowles brought back a scene that I hadn't thought about for a long time.
In June 1981, all but one carload of those attending the funeral of my mother, Viola W. Painter, walked from the Fincastle Presbyterian Church to Godwin Cemetery, a distance of about five blocks, on a beautiful day filled with sunshine.
As we passed the Kyle House, workers repairing the roof stood with their hats held over their hearts. We did not know them; they did not know us. Such a thoughtful tribute.
It is a lovely memory for me of an otherwise sad day.