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Pine Grave Baptist Church

A trail wound past our red-plank house in the 1950s. To get across, you had to ford Hyatt Mill Creek, which sometimes flooded out of its banks during rainstorms. That was before the state of North Carolina paved the trail and named it Swaims Road.

Back then, a white-block church stood on a hill and overlooked the community. Mama

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