On Saturday when the Shelton Laurel folks were showing me around and answering my questions, I asked about what churches people would have attended back in Civil War times.
They surprised me by saying Presbyterian -- and then took me to see the White Rock Church -- an old (not Civil War era but around a hundred years old) Presbyterian church that's now privately owned. (Church of God is the most common denomination in Shelton Laurel nowadays, they said -- though not the snake-handling kind.)
So we wound around the roads and they showed me where the church has been before it was moved and then we drove right up to it in its new location. Patricia, undaunted by the unfriendly reception we'd received earlier at the site of the graves, marched up to the door and rang the bell.
And a great big, long-haired fellow came out. "Hi, Vicki," he said and suddenly I remembered why the name White Rock Church had sounded so familiar. I know this fella. Keith and I were on the same program about four years ago and we've run into each other now and then at literary events.
Plus his mama was librarian at my son's school when I was a library volunteer. And then, as Patricia and her dad got to talking, it turned into a kind of old home week -- Patricia's mother-in law and Keith's mother are good friends and on it went, discovering shared connections.
It's White Rock Hall now and Keith graciously showed us around even though we'd interrupted him in the midst of editing the next Asheville Poetry Review .
You never know what all you'll find back in these hills.
Here's a video of Keith in performance.