Around 1930, when I was about six years old, at my grandparents' home in Elberton, GA, I was in the garden area behind the house, I was drinking a chocolate soda, and I was watching what traffic there was on College Avenue. Then I saw what I was back there to see, or not, what I have always considered to be a troop of US Army Cavalry, a well-ordered group of uniformed men on horseback. Later that day, I was riding back to Washington with my parents and my aunt Mamie Hardy on a detour through Oglethorpe County. On the right of the road as we approached the covered bridge over Broad River I saw this same troop of cavalry camped informally.
