The pages that follow will be our journey of the life we built together here in Concord, North Carolina. These pages will reveal fragments from the past and events that occurred along the way. - Lizzie After the War
Nancy B. Brewer
Summertime she speaks of winter, she eats ham, but speaks of beef, got a good man but, flirts with another. She might as well go to hell, cause she ain't gonna be happy in heaven either! - Carolina Rain series.
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She turned her painted blue eyes toward the assistant and said something in French before she left.
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The curtains were not yet drawn and with the moonlight spreading across the room, I could see clearly. I undressed and slipped a soft cotton gown over my naked body. I pulled the blanket off the foot of my bed, covered my shoulders and wa.. Lked out on the balcony. The cool night air blowing through my hair served as a reminder that only a hint of summer remained in this year of 1860.
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The golden goose has died, my prince turned into a frog, the Kingdom is lost, everyone has turned into stone and I am locked in the tower - a play on words from, Beyond Sandy Ridge
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I am a survivor. But I am not unique of the people that survived the great late war. We all have our stories to tell. But for most of us the hardened corners have soften with the passage of time.
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I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and braving all sorts of weather. I pondered what they had seen in the past and what they might see in the future - Carolina Rain Series
Listen, my child, to the voices of your ancestors. Take pride in our accomplishments; find your strength in our suffering. For WE are not just voices in the wind, WE are a living part of YOU! - Beyond Sandy Ridge
Perhaps you have visited my grave and flowers left, but did you hear me cry out to you!- Beyond Sandy Ridge
The sun had just slipped behind the trees and evening cast its dark, smoky shadow. - from Lizzie After the War
The Baptist Church rejects man with wooden leg: It appears the Baptist preacher refused to baptize a veteran of the late war in the holy water - saying they only baptize flesh and blood, not wood. - Lizzie After the War
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