Serving Christ and Connecting Catholics in Western North Carolina
Fifty-eight years later, the images are still so very vivid. The funeral cortege; the deeply somber and silent crowds lining the streets; the riderless horse, named “Black Jack,” carrying a pair of highly polished, be-spurred boots in his stirrups to represent the fallen leader.
The beauty of nature during autumn has always been a great source of thankfulness in my life.