FIRE
I will always remember one particular trip to my grandmother Hicks’ house more than all the others. It was a cool Saturday morning in 1967. We had packed our suitcases for the two hour trip to Grandmother’s. I had my little brown suitcase with one change of clothes for church the next day. I always enjoyed visiting Grandmother. She always had candy for us. She kept a jar of those red, yellow and black candy corns and also those peanut shaped marshmallow candies. She was a good cook as well. As I thought about these things, suddenly the unexpected happened. A patrol car pulled up behind us in the town of Blacksburg and flashed its lights. I did not know much about patrol cars, but I could tell that it was not something good. My father got out of the car to talk to the police officer. Then he came back and told us that we had a phone call at the courthouse…
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