I grew up close enough to Salem (Primitive? Missionary?) Baptist Church on Blooming Grove Road in Weakley County to play there in the cemetery all the time as a child. We would even sneak in a back window of the church to hold "services." I was as comfortable among the tombstones as I was in my living room. I would read the inscriptions and try to imagine their lives. The dedication stone I believe said "Stephen Pate 1844" and that sure seemed like a long time ago to me back around 1960. Still seems like a long time ago now. I always felt really bad for the graves that just had piles of sandstone on them because no one would ever remember who they were. Cemetery hopping became a pastime that I shared with my father and we spent many good times driving the old country roads around Henry and Weakley Counties searching for this grave or that. My dad could remember who a lot of them were and would point out the more gruesome deaths, like the accidents or the suicides or the murders. I guess that's what stood out in his mind when he was young. This past fall I got a call from my grandson in Illinois saying that his teacher had assigned the class to tell where their ancestors had come from and why they came to America. Then they had to find out about the native dress, diet, etc. of these folks. When he asked me where his ancestors came from I was a little surprised and said, "Which ones?" It sort of bothered me that the teacher didn't understand that each one of those children had hundreds of grandparents. On his dad's side of the family, I could go back far enough on one line to tell him when they came to America and why. They actually were Quakers who settled in New Jersey and were very well documented in the Minutes of the church. I'm not able to participate in the daily life of my grandson, so I was really happy that he called me to help him with homework and he was really proud to be able to report exactly when, where and why one set of grandparents came to America. Peggy M. T.