My Mom was raised there from the time she was in fourth grade because my grandfather, William Bertrand (“Bert”) Kennedy--who was employed by the Wabash Rail as a Superintendent—and grandmother, Mary Theodosia Goodrich Kennedy, chose Stanberry, as the place to raise their family.
I won’t be the only member of Clan McCarty traveling back to God’s country in the next day or two. If you want to find Stanberry, just follow the traffic. On Saturday, we will all go to St. Peters for Mass and then gather at Mount Calvary Cemetery—on the hill where we have gathered so often in its two resting grounds—to say “so long.” That’s the good thing about our faith—we don’t say “Goodbye.”
Long ago, my Uncle Charlie, "Mr. Stanberry," coined a phrase, a slogan, that has for his children and his nieces and nephews, and their progeny become almost gospel to us. If "Home is where the heart is," then tomorrow, I start for home.
It is an easy trip, you see, for as Uncle Charlie taught us, "ALL roads lead to Stanberry."