But I’ll never forget what my great grandmother told me while riding away for good in the car. She looked at me and told me to turn around and watch the
country disappear away behind out of sight. She softened and lowered her voice. “You’ll miss the country someday. I know, because it’s as close and dear to me as it is to you.”
I wasn’t listening and did not pay much attention to what she
said. I was anxious to see the modern house.
But her words would haunt me years later.