Dear Cousins, I truly do enjoy the kind of string the list is on now. Sometimes you need to give the names, dates and data a rest. Talking about the incidentals is what gives our ancestors flesh and a context. I am a transplant, a born Californian, I admit with some fear and trembling. My Union County ancestors moved to the Ozarks of Arkansas, for goodness sakes. That makes me a double hillbilly. And my Ozark daddy married an Okie! So I may be California born and bred, but my heart and gene pool are right there in Tennessee (my gene pool having been diluted by the TVA project, no doubt). I'm adopted, so it's only been in the last five years or so that I've known of this wonderful heritage. And yet, God in his mercy allowed me taste it even before I knew the legacy was truly mine. I joined a Southern Baptist church where everyone spoke "y'all." I picked it up pretty quickly. I'm now, I swan to goodness, bilingual. My closest friends were children of the Dust Bowl migrants and I was drawn to all things Southern. I gotta admit County music has been an off and on thing for me. I like that most versatile of foods, grits. I once dated a girl whose one ambition in life was to some day go to Nashville and visit the Southern Baptist Convention's Sunday School building headquarters. So I've been drawn like the proverbial moth to the flame to my Tennessee roots and everything that goes along with them: RC cola, Moon Pies. We have all of those treasures in California. Used to have Piggly Wiggly markets here too, but no more. No mystery lights, though. Bummer. Jim