gathered at the station.  Thescreaming whistle and the rattle of the rails would stay in the mind of

Valley G. Sittion for the rest of her life.  The train slowly came down the tracks and rolled easily to

a full stop at the depot.  Its passengers stepped out one by one.  The third passenger was an old

woman, small in size, wearing a black cotton dress.  The dress had long sleeves and a fixed

bodice gathered at the waist.  The long skirt covered a pair of black shoes.

Valley remembered the letter her mother read from the woman:

Dear Mrs. Sitton,

I found an old newspaper from St. Joe by accident and I read about your marriage to George

Sitton, the Marshal of St. Joe.  I am Rozene Maxwell and have been searching for my son and

daughter.  There were taken by their father years ago.  Will you please tell me if you have a

younger brother named Willis?

Valley saw tears falling down the old woman's face as she hugged her daughter and each one of

her grandchildren