He often recalled a story his great-great grandfather told him years ago:
"My dad was a tenant farmer, and we lived in a shack beside the tobacco fields.
"One Sunday we got woke up by the most awful sounds you could imagine.
"Everybody ran to the windows and stared out at the cross stuck in our front yard--and at the burning man who hung there screaming in such torment that he drowned out the Easter Sunday church bells."
"My dad was a tenant farmer, and we lived in a shack beside the tobacco fields.
"One Sunday we got woke up by the most awful sounds you could imagine.
"Everybody ran to the windows and stared out at the cross stuck in our front yard--and at the burning man who hung there screaming in such torment that he drowned out the Easter Sunday church bells."
