Recently while driving from Gainesville, Georgia, to Toccoa, Georgia , I noticed this old fireplace standing not too far off a newly paved highway. No doubt it had once warmed a family who gathered around it at night never dreaming the remains of their old homestead would be bordered by such a busy road. If it could speak, wonder what it would say? More than likely, it would tell of laughter and love and sorrow—of hope regained after harvest and warmth renewed in winter’s embrace.