TALKING TO THE DEAD

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

We walked to school can you believe that?

The neighbor kids came by when it was school time and we headed out.

Picking up more as we went along.

And as you might imagine our conversation were varied .

Kidding each other about a boy or girl friend was a pretty hot one, or more on the serious or unknown side we might talk about an Indian grave yard we walked by on the way to school.

Seems there was a legend back then about Indian grave yards, being sacred grounds and you weren't suppose to go near them.

Being kids the curiosity of such a thing  was strong.

The legend said that if you were brave enough to visit one of their grave yards you could talk to the 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 .

Pretty  scared  bunch we were, but we just  had to give it a try.

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

Now that  our  curiosity's where satisfied  we returned  to our usual  kidding one  other about  a boy friend or girl friend.

 A subject we were way  more at ease with.

Coleman Schell