For almost 40 years, the bell sounded at 8 o’clock sharp each weekday morning in the fall, winter, and spring. It rang out over sprawling, flat fields of corn and cotton, potatoes and peanuts, cantaloupes and watermelons — all bounded to the west by the North River and to the east by Currituck Sound. You could hear it from Corinth Missionary Baptist Church next door, from Claude and Lottie Gallop’…
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