Redlevel, I can recall the baptisms in Lookout Creek when I was a kid. The place was below an old grist mill and dam. The mill was burned by an arsonist when I was about 13 years old.
Small Southern towns, woods to explore, streams to fish, miles of two lane roads to pedal our bikes on, etc. I have always cherished my childhood. We did not have much in material possessions but I still consider myself blessed to have been reared in the South.
Give thanks to the Lord for that, my parents, and all that went with it.
Butch