Bev,
I read with interest and mixed emotions your story about the Samnorwood Reunion.
To illustrate a memory of my mother’s school days at Samnorwood, the pastor at her funeral last year (whose father pastored a church in Abra) talked about the time a single strand of wire was strung in front of the school to protect the grass. As my mother came near the wire, a rambunctious boy ran by, pushed her a…
