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Tennessee bound fetching an ailing great grandmother found this 12 year old scared to enter her home. The wooden porch groaned loudly, threatening to eat my legs. Inside, the place resembled a jr high school History lesson, a wood burning stove, a wash board, stockings hung dry. Packing her things I spied a treasure, opening it I buried my nose in the sweet cedar, more kid friendly than the other smells. The offer of the box came with warning. Her weathered hand tipped my chin and nose to nose she said "take good care, it’s the best thing I got”.
