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Still Waters Run Deep

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In the center of the lake water rings ripple toward shore. The fish whose jump started the pulse swam anonymously away.  Until I started this morning constitutional I thought “catfish were jumping” was just a lyric in the Doobie Brothers’ “Black Water.”

 

 

By Kay Strickland

I am a keeper of my family's lore, chasing after my ancestors' tales in south central New York, southwestern Pennsylvania and Southside Virginia. The stories and photographs that I share on this blog are my intellectual property. While I do my very best to provide well researched posts, I do not pretend to have reached genealogical proof standards. Therefore, much of this work is to generate conversation among interested parties. If you would like to share my work or my records, please contact me: dkaysdays (at) gmail (dot) com.

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