
As the sun was setting over Shady Grove, and our day was ending in Clarendon The Kelley branch of the Witherspoon clan was fanned out across the cemetery. Olive had the stick drawing prepared by the receptionist in the town hall while on the phone with the town's historian, "Go through the main entrance with the arch, to the intersection in the roadway. Park here. Go 7 rows to the west. Look for 'Henry Robinson' and they will be nearby."

This was, however, a very Kelley outing, I thought to myself, as I watched the sun setting over the rice paddies--each of is moving in different directions, with our own private thoughts, yet connected somehow as a family. As if on cue, a freight train whistle blew as it passed at the western edge of the cemetery. No doubt, Grammy Kelley (Nelly Ethel Witherspoon) listened many evenings to a train whistle blowing as a young girl, growing up in town here, 80 years ago.
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