To any interested Woolsey researcher: Norb Uhrmann's recent post reminded me of an experience I had several years ago that I'll share with you. I was working in Green County, Kentucky, and had been shown some of the DESPAIN burial grounds, and I had been busy copying data, and taking pictures, and working all day and I had one last cemetery to visit. It was getting late, but I had about an hour of daylight left and I thought I could get a good look at the old graves and use my flash for photos. I drove down an old country road and then had to walk about a mile over hills and through valleys an then came to a graveyard that was on a fairly level spot of ground. It was a fairly large cemetery, and showed some amount of upkeep and care, though weeds and brambles were beginning to clog up things pretty badly. It began to get dark and I realized I was all alone and away from anywhere close. As I walking toward the first gravestones, I noticed a yellow-green "glow" above the headstones. It was an erie sight and the hair on the back of my neck stood up! I took a deep breath and continued walking into the cemetery. The glow became stronger and I actually thought of "ghosts" that were making that glow. My breath caught in my throat and I could hardly breathe. It takes a lot to "scare" me but I was actually getting "frightened" as I peered about in the gathering gloom. What was causing this uncanny glow throughout the cemetery? It seemed to be concentrated over the cemetery and not extending beyond it. As I peered closer, I noticed that the glow was made up of individual "sparks" and closer inspection revealed that little flying "bugs" were causing the "sparks". To my great relief I realized I was seeing a great "herd" of FIREFLIES that were concentrated over the cemetery. I felt great relief and could "breathe" again. And then I felt rather foolish for letting my imagination run away with me. It was too dark by now to get anything accomplished, so I hiked back to my car (getting lost in the process, but that is another story) and came back the next day and completed the "Cemetery Survey". I never forgot the feeling that I had when I first entered that "haunted" graveyard. Sincerely, Wilford W. Whitaker