Pulling onto the dirt roads from town I begin to think of my childhood. We pass the family plot and I think how much I have seen it grow in my lifetime. It makes me wonder how my great grandmother was the one who bought the plot when she was young and how no one had been put to rest there yet. In Ms. Sable's life she had seen the dramatic growth with the death of her grandparents, parents, siblings, and children. She has buried almost our entire family. We turn onto our road that is named after my family, Underwood Road. The entire family lived in four houses along this road, each one passed down through the generations. Ms. Sable's is the first one. We pull into her driveway and begin to get out of the car.
             "Do you need help Ms. Sable?"
             "June, darling, I wouldn't get this shot once a week if I still needed help getting out of the car."
             Ms. Sable was always a strong woman, and now at eighty-nine years old she could be mistaken for being the same age as Patsy. Her knee had gone bad some years ago and she goes to the doctor once a week to get what she calls her mobility shot. No matter how much pain she is in, she will never admit it and most people cannot tell for she never sits still. Patsy and I can always tell the difference after she has been to the doctor, her face seems to have a more relaxed aspect to it.
             As I climb into the passenger seat Patsy sticks her head out of the window, "We're going to unload the car, we'll be right back." We pull next door to the house that my mother lived in and left to me in her passing, I call it the Homeplace. In all honesty the entire road was like my homeplace. I have spent most of my life here and when I moved away at thirty-two I left part of me here, I assume that is why I return every weekend now. Patsy gets out of the car and begins to unload boxes into the house. She is in the middle of mo
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