Having all intentions of carrying out the above said

Having all intentions of carrying out the above said plans. Then Sally said she had to be back by a certain time as she had other plans. The floor was opened for suggestions, when I opened my big mouth. I said if they didn’t want to go to the cemeteries we could go up Little Devils Stairs, and explained to the boys just what and where that was. The boys voted quickly for this. Dorothy having never been either thought she’d try. Sally, without the assurance of being back by at least three decided we’d better go without her.

Leaving Sally’s after that wonderful breakfast we parked at designated area and at nearly noon started on the trail. This is a 2.5 mile hike, one way to the top. Not straight up but very vertical. The beginnings of which tell your brain it’s just a nice gentle hike through the woods. My description had erroneously given the impression of a pit rather than a gorge. We had the rest of the day ahead of us so Dorothy and I were casually lilting along, talking, observing this and that, stopping for spells once even cracking a couple of black walnuts, while the boys, young, restless and full of energy bounded out of sight up the mountain.

We discussed the name of this area. I having pointed out that the Little Devil Stairs had been called the Devil’s Stair Case too, that the stream there was called the Star Run in some old deeds I’d read, but wondered if “Star” wasn’t a corrupted form of the word stair, knowing the local dialog or brogue. Noting the old bridge abutment up near the former Fincham property, which in the flood of‘42 broke and the stream was turn from its former course. Up in this area had lived old Mr. Joe CJatterbuck with his sisters, Misses Frances and Lucy and their mother, Miss “Ritta”. Dick Dwyer, Henry Baker, Jim and Mary Fincham, Lester Fincham, plus the Gearings