~ 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."
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Civil War Soldier Wesley Arrowood ~
John Arrowood and Frances Fannia Barrett lost a child in April of 1864.
John himself would also die in July of that same year. Fanny suffered tremendous pain over these losses,
John passed on July 24, 1864, while residing on Rock Creek, in Magnetic City, Mitchell County, North Carolina.
Their son, Wesley died, most likely, in a makeshift hospital, not far from the battle.
He died nearly 16 days after suffering his wounds, no doubt in much pain.
He was born on July 01, 1844, the next to the youngest child born to this couple.
He was nearly eight years younger than his brother, Samuel.
Wesley mustered in to Company C, of the 13th Tennessee Calvary Regiment. This regiment formed on October 1, 1863. Six months later Wesley was killed from wounds he sustained in his first major battle of the Civil War. The first battle fought by this regiment was on April 12, 1864. Wesley died on April 28, 1864.
I located his grave at the Nashville National Cemetery, in Tennessee. He is buried in Plot: J, 14087. His marker is surrounded by a sea of others that gave their all for their country. True heros, without a doubt.
Wesley was only nineteen years old. Imagine seeing your young son, go off to war, never knowing if you would see him again. I wonder if she ever able to go to his gravesite?
Fanny herself passed eight years later, on October 01, 1872. She is buried in Happy Valley, Tennessee at the tiny Boone Cemetery.
She rests up on the side of the mountain, overlooking a beautiful vista, the valley below her. The wind blows through the trees gently and the birds sing overhead. My mind takes me there ever so often, it is a treasured memory.
I cannot imagine a more peaceful resting place, than the one in Happy Valley.