One summer night during one of my mothers "Moonlight picnics" on the front lawn , there was a loud 'KABOOM', the ground shook, some guests started screaming! We could hear more screaming coming from the small African-American Church that was a short distance away. The gas storage tank at the small depot with one track running through town, had somehow caught on fire and exploded. Pieces of hot metal were flying around . One of the large bands landed in our yard just missing some of the terrified picnicers. The depot was less than a half mile down the paved road that ran in front of our house. The Congegation from the Church kept screaming that it was 'the end of the world.' My Dad left the huge iron ring on the ground, later planted a tree in the middle of it. I went back many years later and there was a large tree growing in the middle of the round band, no one had moved it. A cousin then lived there but wasn't home so I wasn't able to see the rest of the house. All signs of the slave cabins were gone, no barn or smokehouse either. A double garage had been added to one side of the house. The small Churchwas gone, no depot or railroad track, The new one was not close to the little town. Belle