Bolling, Alabama, October 2006
Images of my "roots" in Bolling, Alabama
The first little church I fell in love with--Bolling Methodist Church. My granddad was the youth leader here before people got paid to do that sort of thing.
The old grist mill still stands across the highway from what used to be my great grandmother's Shell filling station.
The road goes on forever and the party never ends! (U.S. Highway 31 in front of the house where Mom was born)
I've never lived where I couldn't hear the train whistle blow. This crossing is one of two near Bolling.
The first little church I fell in love with--Bolling Methodist Church. My granddad was the youth leader here before people got paid to do that sort of thing.
The old grist mill still stands across the highway from what used to be my great grandmother's Shell filling station.
The road goes on forever and the party never ends! (U.S. Highway 31 in front of the house where Mom was born)
I've never lived where I couldn't hear the train whistle blow. This crossing is one of two near Bolling.
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