Guest, patience is a virtue. Persevere.

Emotive picture vision of a poor old white haired man with his gnarled hand on a partially open garden gate pausing as he's listening to the voices calling, maybe even mine. Very vivid. A good memory.

My dog in the fight: my pioneer progenitor died of smallpox. Neighbors would gallop past their house, no-one would come near except one, a Negro from New York, thank God. He infected a cow to make a serum and inoculated my family using a broken piece of glass and had them take everything out of the house and burn it and scrub the entire house with lye. I envision him as a younger Old Black Joe.

Interesting where this gentleman came from especially since blacks weren't allowed in that state. Providential.