Kentucky, the land of blue grass, rolling hills; farm country, horse country and like every state, a rich history that makes our country great.
One of our greatest treasures are our seniors. We need to honor them and listen to them for their wisdom and knowledge of our history.
We met a 92 year old lady. She was delightful and my role model. My goal is to still be selling stuff when I am 90 and talking to all the people that I meet along the way. We bought stuff from her with stories of who they came from and where she got them.
She told us a story about the school right down the road called Sinking Springs.
Her grand mother and Aunt went to the school there. One year they had a knew male teacher who was a very good teacher and had no discipline problems in his class. When ever a certain man would ride up, he would dismiss class and all of the kids got to go home early.
When he left, they found a letter stuck in the beams of the old building. That was when they realized that their teacher, Hiram Hudson had changed his name.
His real name was Frank and his brother's name was Jessie and they had a very different profession . They kind of rode around with a gang and their last names was James........
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