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A pile of twigs and sticks lay at her feet and next to them, a log of some kind. Pointing to the log, I said I would take it for her. I'll never forget her look when she said, "You can take that by yourself?" I said proudly, "NO PROBLEM." How could she know that I was a strong woman sculptor used to lifting large boulders and rocks and that my shoulders could move a car if I wanted to and so --- I bent down, properly, to tackle this object, to discover that I could not move it at all. Trying again, and mindful of her eye, I was heartsick to find out that this was impossible. I prayed. How to get God's attention was first, then the object could slowly be put upright. What now, SPORT? Somehow I got it level with my hip and side and locking my knees together in a triangle shape I said from my gurgling throat, "WHERE DO YOU WANT IT?" I let it drop in front of the house which seemed like a mile away. I was grateful to be able to be upright again. She was already in the Nursing home when I learned that it usually took two men to carry one of those logs. I asked permission to photograph the house and her. 

Before leaving, I asked if she wanted anything from Athens. "Yes, cotton stockings. Not silk ones." I said, "OK" this time instead of "No problem." She then informed me that the last person who told her that had never come back with the stockings. I was ready to find out why. She said 

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