That was Burris’ Filling Station. The local older gentlmen would gather there every morning. When I woud visit my grandparents in the summer, sometimes my Papa would let me go with him; much to my grandmother’s dismay. She said that was no place for a young lady to be.
That was Burris’ Filling Station. The local older gentlmen would gather there every morning. When I woud visit my grandparents in the summer, sometimes my Papa would let me go with him; much to my grandmother’s dismay. She said that was no place for a young lady to be.