In Morganton, North Carolina, where I grew up, a hundred plus year old oak filled our front yard. People claimed that was the tree where Frankie Silver (of Frankie and Johnnie lore) was hung. I often pulled the pillow over my head, so as not to hear its branches tapping against my window at night. Unfortunately, Hurricane Hugo took that tree down, and the neighbors quickly claimed another large tree to be the site of Frankie’s demise.
With the unrest in the Middle East and a tsunami in Japan, long unemployment lines and short tempers here in the States, it’s joy to my heart to meet a person with hope for the future.