Friday as we drove down Piedmont Avenue to the botanical gardens, I was quite shocked to see the condition of the DAR house in Atlanta. I recalled how proud my mother was once she finished her application to become a member, tracing her ancestry back to her Timmons side, who was a harness maker for the troops in the Revolution.
Kermie and me, thinking about the DAR house and past revolutions, future revolutions, and those that may be needed, but will never come.
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