The town was built on the New River. The town is named after Col. Francis Henry Fries. I happen to have his autograph (click anything to well, you know):
This little piece of paper ties my home town with my parents.
The cotton mill was powered by a dam, and the same power plant provided the town with power.
The view from my Grandparents home is breathtaking now just as much as then except that the mill is long gone, then it was just a given and as constant as the Northern Star:
Sorry for the quality of the photo. It was taken long ago on a Kodak 110.
So, if anyone wants to, it has been several years since I posted about the last Family reunion. I have picked up a *cough, legion, cough* of followers since then.
Part of my attraction is nostalgia, and increasingly now is the fact I long for some space. To live simpler.