Family Stories

Everyone has those stories that your parent or grandparent or aunt or someone special told you over and over and over and, now that you are an adult, you find yourself telling over and over and over, too......

When I was little every time we went to Chesnee my grandfather would say (as we drove past the funeral home on the right of HWY 221), "There's where the cow jumped through the window." I spend my childhood imagining that poor cow jumping through the glass window at the front of that building. And, (assuming that the funeral home was being used at the time...which I always imagined that it was) the surprised looks on the faces of the mourners.

So, today, as we are heading into Chesnee, Ron and Clay both remind me that yes, they know that is the funeral home where the cow jumped through the window. Both assured me that they are well aware of the story because I tell them every single time we drive by. Ben, on the other hand, found the same fascination as his mother and was full of questions about it.

I'm sure that if Papa Walker knew about this, he would chuckle!