Nearly every Sunday, her mother had led her and her siblings on foot from Elba Street to the cemetery to visit the graves of their loved ones. Her father’s grave was on “the hill” near the road and had been marked with a gravestone. McIntosh’s father was buried in Vick in 1935 alongside his brothers and sisters and four babies who did not survive infancy. Henrietta Hines McIntosh, age 96, pulled her car in beside me. I arrived in the little parking lot at Vick Cemetery, and a few minutes later Mrs. We out here doing the Lord’s work though, and He said, “Just show up - and I’ll do the rest.” I had an important appointment at 10:30 - outside, with a special guest - and rain was not in the plan. I awoke early this morning to rain spattering against the window and groaned.
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