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suepharmon@gmail.com's avatar

My grandfather was born in Italy in a village of stone cutters right before the turn of the century. He came to America when he was 19....and traveled from quarry to quarry all over the Northeastern US cutting paving stones for America's new roads. He finally settled and started a family in Elberton GA, "granite capital" where he built a house of stone for his family...I just finished moving the stones he cut for his home yet again. I've carried them from place to place as I've moved through my life. They surround us now, edging our gardens here at our "new" old place in Athens.

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Becki Clifton's avatar

Sounds like my kind of place. Where you just feel like you’ve gone back in time. The grips on the ramps remind me of the grips we put on chicken coop ramps. That would make it easier to roll things in & out. Plus the grips will keep heavy carts from “getting away” from you. Brilliant!

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