TALKING TO THE DEAD

In our little community of  Laurel Co. Ky. life was a bit unusual in today's standards.

We walked to school everyday,can you believe that?

The neighbor kids would come by when it was school time and we head out.

Picking up more as we went along.

And as you might imagine a bunch of kids at our age, our conversations were varied.

 kidding each other about a boy or girl friend got a lot of attention or  sometimes,more on the unknown side we might talk about an Indian grave yard we walked by.

There was a legend about the Indian grave yard that said they were sacred grounds and you weren't suppose to go near them.

Being kids the curiosity of such a thing  was strong. 

The legend had it if you were brave enough to visit such a yard, you could actually  talk to Indians buried there.

That created  an even stronger curiosity for us.

So finally our curiosity's got the best of us, and we drew straws to see who would go first to the grave yard.

The, legend had it that you were suppose to kneel down once you were in the grave yard and put your ear to the ground near a grave and say."Hey Mr. Indian what are you doing down there?

" and supposedly  the Indian would say "Nothing, Nothing at all." after we all had our turn, we were  convinced the legend had it right. The Indians did say "Nothing, Nothing at all." back to us.

Our curiosity was finally settled.

After that we returned back  to our usual  kidding one  other about  our boy friend and girl friends. And other subject only a bunch of kids can come up with.

Coleman Schell