Well, we're off to Atlanta for a while ...
not on purpose, as leaving Asheville is never by choice. My grandmother, Montine Ellington, is on her deathbed in Hospice (bless 'em) down in Georgia, so I will be outta commission for a while as I go down and attend services. Grandma and her kin are not just Southern, they're country. This funeral will be an event with crowds (grandma has a lot of friends) and food and preaching and Mascara-stained tissues clutched in white-gloved hands.
I love her tremendously, and the world was not a better place when she suffered a mostly-debilitating stroke in December of 2006. Not long after that, we went down to Atlanta to visit her and I did this little stack -- "Cross on a Hill" -- over where Dial Mill Road crosses Gum Creek, for her: 
Sadly, she has reached a point now where it's time for her to move to another plane, as her earthly body isn't functioning. If she gets the afterlife she deserves and so strongly believes in, she will rule in her Heaven.
Dave
Grandma left this world this morning at 06:30. She was the sweetest. Made good biscuits, too. Thanks for your kind words.
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description of all our Southern grandmothers. Mine was mistress of all she surveyed in rural Georgia too and we knew it. And God knows it now.
Stand your ground Mrs. Ellington.