I wish my relastives had been more talkative before they passed on. Both my grand dads died before I was ten, and my grandmothers just didn't share. My mother's mother had nine brothers and sisters, and I remember visiting them all on a Sunday when I was vewry young. They were scattered all over North Georgia, some in log cabins. My greta grand pa McCollum told me about throwing rocks at Yankees during Reconstruction. He died when i was 15, and had not yet quite gotten the "bug". oh the things we wish we could do over! Stan