In a parting glance at the Hollinger community it beckons the call to review the windswept tombstones of Enon's cemetery. Through blistering summers, wintery frostings of snow, hurricanes and a hundred or more spring time mornings, their gentle epithets ask the visitor to consider the life of the person buried here and to reflect upon their own mortality.
Perhaps never a more suitable summation of the area exists than that published in the Monroe Journal on May 25, 1916. "There is hardly a man who has moved into this section and buckled down to work that has not made good," goes the story.
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