Wednesday turned out to be a hot, cloudy afternoon as the pallbearers placed Ty’s casket into the hearse. People stood in short sleeved shirts along the sidewalks paying tribute to their state’s most famous son.
About 30 cars left the private services at the McGahee Funeral Home in Cornelia most of which were family and lifelong friends. The rest had recently become acquainted and have only heard of Mr. Cobb’s legendary exploits on the playing field.
On the first of the thirty mile procession to Royston, an old man in overalls held his straw hat over his heart in silent homage. The road to Cobb’s final resting place had been paved with honest intentions.
The picturesque countryside of northeast Georgia was painted with green grass and rolling hills with the most precious of tall pine trees that covered the ground with a blanket of pine needles.
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