Sept. 19, 2021
Jean’s Jottings – Fall is my favorite time of year and I enjoy driving the back roads when I can. Last Wednesday, after eating in Jamaica, Phyllis Gannon and I visited St. Mary’s Cemetery, where the Gannon ancestors, as well as many friends of hers, are buried. She saw some new gravestones, so I got out and reported who they were. As we lingered, her memories of family and friends were shared. The cemetery was freshly mowed and so peaceful.
When we got to the highway to head north, she wondered where the gravel road in front of us led to, so I headed east. We followed the road that wound around the southern part of Greene County and she was lost for a while, but when I pointed out Dawson, she got her bearings and declared we were on her bus route when she was going to Dawson school after her family had moved to this area from Harrison County. More memories, and of course, we toured Dawson and Sportsman Park.
As we headed north for home, crossed the bridge, and we were near where the Muir family’s silos still stand, she wondered aloud how Iva Jo was, so I turned west, and soon we were in Iva Jo’s driveway, calling her to ask if she was busy. Oh, the memories flowed, and mine of those two only began in 1963!
We finally arrived at her house at 5:30. When we left, her son and wife, Hugh and Denise, had just started combining beans and they were more than half done when we drove by on the way home. It was an unplanned, but perfect day.
