Ben Cook, longtime farmhand on the Abbott farm, January 1964
“….that pretty girl pulled cold charcoal from the ash pan, sharpened it with a kitchen knife, and put color into old house paint to draw on slabs of flat rock and wood, making her face, Chase’s, her mama and daddy, even me. Caught the mule, too. My most liked was the one with the yellow flowering of the tobacco, the little waterfall in the creek, and the walnut trees on the up side of the boneyard. I been saving it all these years for Flora, when she come home.”