And so there would always be more to remember that could no longer be seen...our history is always returning to a little patch of weeds and saplings with an old chimney sticking up by itself...and here I look ahead to the resting of my case: I love the house that belonged to the chimney, holding it bright in memory, and love the saplings and the weeds.


Jayber Crow: A Novel (ed. Counterpoint LLC, 2000)


And so there would always be more to remember that could no longer be seen...our history is always returning to a little patch of weeds and saplings...

And so there would always be more to remember that could no longer be seen...our history is always returning to a little patch of weeds and saplings...

And so there would always be more to remember that could no longer be seen...our history is always returning to a little patch of weeds and saplings...

And so there would always be more to remember that could no longer be seen...our history is always returning to a little patch of weeds and saplings...