He would check the mail, set it all down except his little magazine, which he would sit down, open it up, lean back, cross his Georgia boots one over the other and read Carolina Country front to back. He always made a point to show me the recipes. He would take me on a journey with “Where Is This in Carolina Country” and the stories. I listened to him read the “I Remember” stories, and my husband at times would have beautiful tears from these — they helped him remember the precious past.
Now I get this precious little magazine out of the mailbox and it is very dear to me. As I read a recent issue, God guided me to share our story with all of the other beautiful stories.
Thank You for your little POWERFUL magazine.
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