Of the fifty, I have eleven states remaining. These states happen to be found in a clump in the south central part of the US. To set foot in all of them I’m going to have to make some awkward and potentially frustrating, zigzag type moves across the map to make it happen. The first zig took me north out of Tennessee through the Appalachian’s into Kentucky. I spent most of the day driving. Some of the highlights included seeing the low, smoky clouds in the hills, and driving strait into the heart of a couple of wild thunderstorms.
Most people of Appalachia seem to live simply and peacefully in the quiet hills. At its heart is bluegrass music, a style of music that I seem to enjoy more and more every day. I tried to hit a few bluegrass museums, but they were closed on Monday’s.
On a side note…….
When my great grandparents first moved to America in the early 1900’s, they bought a classic three decker in the Greendale section of Worcester. The family and extended family eventually occupied all three floors. My sweet grandmother Helen was born in the back bedroom and lived in the house her entire 86 years. My father lived there until college and the Air Force took him elsewhere. I have fond memories of Greendale, most of which involve my grandmother. Today, after serving as the epicenter of the Spedding-Ulewitcz family for 100 years my family sold the house. For the surviving members of my family it was a monumental day. It’s astonishing to think of exactly how much family history was kept in one place. Special mention here to my Dad. No one knows what 39 has meant to us all more than you. It served us honorably. I think Martin Ulewitcz would be satisfied.
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