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	project #1655	~	FOLKLORE	:	48
	‚Mrs. Genevieve W. Chandler
~irrells Inlet, s. ~.
Georgetown County

VISIT WITH UNCLE VVELCOME BEES ~ - ~ A~E 104 YEARS



	The road is perfectly oamouflaged from the King‘s Eigh~way by wild plums that lap overhead. On~y those who hav‘e traveled this way before could locate the ‘turn in‘ to Uncle Welcoinets house. When you have turned in and come suds denly out from the plum thicket you find your roadwinding along *ith cultivated patches on the left -- corn and peas -~ a fenoed-‘in gaHeza, the palings riven out by hand, and thick dark woods on the left. A lonesome, untenanted cabin is seemingly in the way but your car swings to the left instead ot climbing the door-step and suddenly you find you are faoir~g a bog. The car may get through; it n~y not. So you switch off and just sit a minute, seeing how the land lies. A great si±iging and chopping of wood off to the left have kept the izm~.tes from hearing the approach of a car. ~Ihen you rap therefore you hear, ‘Come in‘.

	A narrow hall runs through to the back porch and off this hail on your right opens a door from beyond which comes a very musical squeaking -~ you know a rocking chair is going hard ~ even before you see it in motion with

e.	fuzzy little head that reste on someone ‚ s shoulder sticking over the top.

And the fuzzy head which in size is like a s~ll five—cent ooooamrt~, belongs to Uncle Welcorne‘s:‘:great«grand. On seeing a visitor the grand, the mother of the infant, rises and smiles greeting, and, learning your errand, points back to the kitchen to show where Uncle Weloon~ sits. You step doi~n one step and ask h~m if you xi~ay come in and he pats a chair by his side. The old man isn‘t so 6~27