Until a visitor stopped by the library this week, I had all but forgotten about his family when they lived on JJ, on the edge of Summersville. His family welcomed traveling bicyclists to camp safely in their yard when needing a place to rest for the night, and probably helped to put Summersville on the hospitality map over the years.
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