~ The pieces are all sewn together, stitched with love.........and a quilt tells a story and the story is our past ~
The Arrowood family immigrated from England to Maryland in the 1700's. They went south, eventually settling in the mountains of North Carolina. Later , some went further south, into the Piedmont of North Carolina, in search of work and a better way of life.
I am in search of my family.
I search for those that came before me, and lived their lives as best they could. I am in search of their stories, how they lived, and how they loved.
I shared this love of seeking the past with my Dad, sharing each new finding with him, the thrill in his heart intermingling with mine. I continue this search in his honor, and hope to know these people of ours when I join up with them all in heaven.
~ Steve Lewis Arrowood 1932-2008 ~
Come with me, back to a simpler time and place. A place far removed from the hectic pace of today. To a time when life was hard, but the rewards were great. When your quality of life was determined by your own sweat, your own toil, and your own ingenuity.
Would you like a glass of sweet tea? Let's sit out on the porch where we will catch the sweetly scented breeze of summertime. Maybe Grandma will fry up some of her wonderful chicken... Time slows here.
"We shape our lives not by what we carry with us, but what we leave behind."
~You live as long as you are remembered.~
"Our most treasured family heirlooms are our sweet family memories. " Author: Unknown
"But those who came before us will teach you. They will teach you from the wisdom of former generations."
Friday, August 7, 2009
Bakersville, North Carolina, has long been referred to as the "Gateway to Roan Mountain."
Roan Mountain, at 6,285 feet, is one of the highest peaks in the Appalachian Mountain Range. To many who have seen the mountain first-hand, it is considered most beautiful in the entire range. According to Dr. Elisha Mitchell, a professor at the University of North Carolina for whom Mt. Mitchell, the highest peak in the range, and Mitchell County are named, "It is the most beautiful of all the high mountains. The top of the Roan may be described as a vast meadow without a tree to obstruct this prospect, where a person may gallop his horse for a mile or two with Carolina at his feet on one side and Tennessee on the other, and a green ocean of mountains rising in tremendous billows immediately around him" (1836).
The mountain is unique for several reasons. Perhaps it is most widely known for the world's largest natural Catawba Rhododendron gardens. Over 600 acres of rhododendron thickets burst into full bloom in mid-to-late June of each year. The bloom is so profuse that the mountain sometimes appears as a pink or lavender hue viewed from Bakersville, a dozen miles away. Each year thousands of visitors from around the world visit the mountain to behold its beauty. Bakersville hosts an annual Rhododendron Festival each year in June and has done so since 1946.
How "The Roan," as it is affectionately known to area residents, got its name may be due in part to this purple hue. Other legends claim that Daniel Boone left a roan horse on the Roan Balds while he journeyed farther west. When he returned, he found the horse had grown fat and sleek on the lush carpets of grass, sometimes a foot deep, which flourish on the balds of the Roan. These balds remain a mystery to science. Many square miles of treeless areas cover the crest of The Roan on both the North Carolina and Tennessee sides. Many less romantic think the treeless condition is a result of forest fires started by lightning. In any case, this ecosystem--the rhododendron, the balds, and the majestic spruces and firs is found mostly in Canada.
The mountain abounds in rare varieties of plants. Andre Micheaux and Asa Gray, pioneers in the study of botany, visited the area in the 1700's and the early 1800's and discovered and collected species. Gray's Lily was discovered on The Roan's summit.
Visitors to The Roan escape the lowland's prostrating heat, mosquitoes and hay fever. They also find an area where the blackberry bushes have no thorns, where there are no snakes, and where naturally occurring waterfalls and springs offer a cold, sweet water not found any other place. A fortunate few visitors are treated to the mountain's mysterious phenomena: the circular rainbow and the unearthly "mountain music," which on occasion hums its way across the balds.