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On Saturday, we laid Richard L. Thackston Jr. to rest. Thomas-Yelverton at Evergreen officiated the funeral services and later burial at our family cemetery. That cemetery is on a farm in the community of Rosebud. The sheriff’s cars led the procession with our family and friends through the backroads and side streets of Wilson, and on U.S. 301.
We are from Wilson; own property here. But, now and again, the pride of being from Wilson swells. Every car and truck approaching our caravan pulled off to the side of the road at the sight of the hearse leading the flashing light parade of vehicles. Every car pulled over. Every single one of them!
We now live in Chesterfield, Virginia, just outside of Richmond. We have never seen such respect from passersby approaching such a line of cars, not in our part of Virginia. So, Wilson, we may not know you now as well as we did when the population was 30,000, but we are so honored to say, “I am from Wilson.”
Thank you, readers of this letter. Thank you for being from Wilson, North Carolina. It’s not just Parker’s that draws us home, it’s the people of Wilson.
Elizabeth (Thackston) Hedgepeth and Oliver Hedgepeth
North Chesterfield, Va.