Well, Tico, we figured he was right.
Sorry, I was thinking the great white north, satt.
it doesn' look like florida, so perhaps it's virginia?
Mr. Turtle to the rescue.<smile>
It's Virginny all right.
i notice there is a Shenandoah Lake in Virginia, which is associated with a native american legend
Well, Jim Dandy, that ain't it, but I'll give you a clue.
When I got up this morning I was really hungry.
Heh. Nevermind. I figured it out.
I can't post though.
ah, tico. Not ranch; roquefort. That's the ONLY kind of dressing.
Hey, Yit. I was sixteen when I first went to this place. It was a group thing with a social club that I belonged to in high school. We had a chaperone, but it wasn't my MOTHER.
Was your mother too busy eating?
Ah, tico. If you ever put your feet under my Mama's table, you're never go Burger King again.
Yit, another clue:
It's a state park.
Hungry mother state park?
Well, I couldn't sleep, Yit, and you're right. You just gave me a smile, Mr. Turtle.
Here's the legend:
The Legend of Hungry Mother
Legend has it that when the Native Americans destroyed several settlements on the New River south of the park, Molly Marley and her small child were among the survivors taken to the raiders' base north of the park. They eventually escaped, wandering through the wilderness eating berries. Molly finally collapsed, and her child wandered down a creek until the child found help. The only words the child could utter were "Hungry Mother." The search party arrived at the foot of the mountain where Molly collapsed to find the child's mother dead. Today that mountain is Molly's Knob, and the stream is Hungry Mother Creek.
I like that story, Letty.
I do as well, gus.
Go, Yit, and thank you, my friend.
thanks letty & tico for the help. here goes,
Well?
they're not wildflowers.
