When I got to Snow Hill, I turned just past the Piggly-Wiggly and headed south a few more miles, first on Hull Road, then on Wheat Swamp Road, until I reached my destination, a historically tri-racial community– black, white, and Indian– that is called Browntown.
Snow Hill N.C.
Discovering America
As I burn the midnight oil here at Mama Hardy's, I have been thinking back on the day: my visit with Ignacia and her dad in Browntown, our trip to the Indian graveyard, the stories that Ms. Ida told me here in Institute, even my dreamy, joyous supper at the Mexican food truck in Snow Hill. I can't help saying-- these are the kinds of days I live for.
The Road to Friendship Church
All week I have been thinking about our trip to Greene County. Me, him and Tim. A summer day. The Reverend’s VW convertible. The top down. The small towns and old tobacco fields of eastern North Carolina. The wind and the sun on our faces. The joy of it all.
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