It was Sunday, which in Mr. Lanham’s time in Rome, Georgia meant church, both morning and night. It was a clear and warm day, and he was delighted to share some cuttings from his rose bushes with a friend, who planted them in her yard. He wrote of “a lovely sunset which we saw from Aunt Alma’s.”
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