This doesn' t have a thing to do with Danville Crossing. And other than me, my brother and mother no one involved even remotely has any Tennessee connection. I thought I would share this with you anyway. One of the real pleasures in genealogy is finally meeting up with kin you have never seen (or at least not for a long time). My mother and my father' s youngest brother' s widow are the last two McCulloch wives (neither ever remarried) of their generation in our branch of the McCulloch clan. My aunt now lives with her only daughter in Florida, but we never saw much of them when they lived locally. No real reason I guess, but they went their way and we went ours, and our fathers were okay with it. My uncle and aunt packed up and moved to WV when my cousin was a child (she is now 54). I last saw my uncle in 1967 when he flew in for my father' s funeral. I last saw my aunt and cousin in 1971 when I attended my uncle' s funeral. But!!!, we all saw each other last night (07-18-99). The occasion was aunt' s 90th birthday. She wanted to return home one more time and this was the occasion. Our old homeplace (built in 1870 by GGF McCulloch) is now a restaurant. My cousin decided the party would be there. My cousin, her husband, her 3 children (along with wives and grandchild), and stepson, my mother, brothers, nephews and grand nephews, my father' s sister' s son (our other cousin), along with aunt's sister, brother in law and niece, and various friends (37 of us all told) gathered for dinner at the old home place. The last time the entire McCulloch family gathered in this house was around 1942-43 (no one could really remember the year, except it was for Easter). All these folks came in from New York, Pennsylvania, Florida and I am not sure where else just for this occasion. I can' t you the absolute joy we experienced in all seeing each other at long last (and wondering why we had not before). The room in which we celebrated has portraits hanging of our great grandparents, grandparents and other ancestors. The family resemblance of all is a bit amazing. My other cousin is an Episcopal priest in NY. He looked around the room and remarked that he had performed the funerals of our two uncles and his mother, presided at the marriage of our cousin, baptised two of her three children and baptised two of my three nephews. At least he used to get around to see everyone. I don' t know that we will all ever be in the same room at the same time again, but we were last night and we will all treasure this experience forever. As a post script: The old house is supposedly haunted and many think the ghost is our great grandfather. I can' t help but think how proud all those folks whose portraits looked down upon us must have felt last night. Maybe it was just the light and shadows, but GGF sure looked like he was smiling in that stern old portrait. Walker K. McCulloch Clarksville, IN (07-18-99)