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last, as everyone knows. There were reasons and facts unknown to us and we are not writing about that. Nor, other circumstances, both good and bad, for everyone receives his due rewards and pays his just debts. We judge not here, but recall a man who lived among us and he, be he good or bad, he was our kinsman.
After sometime, about 1948, Russell married again. This was to the widow, Drucilla Belle Compton. Widow of Thomas R. Compton, and daughter of Aldridge and Sarah LeHew Sisk. This writer had only known this marriage.
For some years Russell and Belle were proprietors of Smedley Store in Gid Brown Hollow, My first recollections of these ■ people was at that store. When ! Mable Racer quit,'they took over. Remembering Belle being behind the counter, the big old pot-bellied stove at the back of the store, and the various items on the 1 shelves or hanging on display. I ; remember the old wind-up gas pump, and the gravel road up the ! hollow. In 1959 the Pullens closed the store.
As for their home, which I visited occasionally, it was a small cottage-type dwelling, within 50 > feet of the road up the hollow. ; Belle always seemed to have a green thumb, as it was most unusual if I did not go there at least once a year to get flower slips for my mother. Belle died in 1988.
In later years I’d often be in Russell’s presence. Sometimes it would be at my grandfather’s home, sometimes at my parent’s home. The last time I saw Russell to talk with him was in the fall of 1992, when some of the local guys were doing some work up the hollow. I’d gone up to visit some other folks who were not home and stopped and chatted with Russell on my way back. I mentioned that he needed a new pipe, as the one he was then using was in bad shape. I promised I’d get him a new one for his birthday. Then I thought, one doesn’t know how long he may live, so I gave him on for Christmas that year.
Now, I’ve concluded this story. I have been blunt and fair. However, I will miss seeing this character, this old man, this great-uncle of mine in his overalls and pipe.
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