Another tale from the hills of Kentucky My grandmother and grandpa lived out in the country past a small town named English. I think I have told you before about English Ky. Anyhow, the railroad ran right in front of her house. The farm land was on the other side. I remember my grandma telling me about this lady who roamed the railroad track each night at dusk, looking for her lover, who worked on the railroad. Rumor was that he had been hit by a train while walking the rails. So, each night, we would sit out on the stoop, looking to see if we could see her ghost. Of course, we never did, but we always had a fun time sharing the time we sat out there on the stoop. An old lady and a young child ------- each looking for a ghost of the past. My grandmother made this terrible tea for me to drink, when I had the sniffles or was sick. It was a horrible taste. And always she put it in a metal cup. It was not safafrass (spell???) but some other tea made from a bark of some time. She had feather beds, and always said we were protected by lightning when we were on the bed. hope I am not boring you all, but when I get to talking, I just keep on ticking. ya all come back now, ya hear, that is, if the creek dont rise and the bridge dont fall.

Barbara, Not boring at all! Loved it!!! Bobbie ----- Original Message ----- From: barbara <barm@bellsouth.net> > Another tale from the hills of Kentucky