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Marvin and I went into Eden Rise on the first Saturday morning after Jackie’s funeral for the simple reason that I needed a haircut. Crepe myrtles lined the four sides of the town square. A few water oaks, several dogwoods, and a big magnolia were scattered on lush Bermuda grass. Some azaleas clustered here and there, but their flowering days were almost over for this year. The local garden club had made sure that pink roses and yellow day lilies and some red cannas colored this June morning, along with a multi-colored bed of marigolds in the open area near the center of the square. The square’s man-made improvements were a couple of long benches and a monument to the Confederate soldier, armed and facing northward—awaiting as always the return of General Wilson’s raiders.