~ 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."


Arrowood Family

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Aunt Ollie, By Hilda Arrowood Olive

Hilda is the eldest of the children of Lewis William Arrowood and Maude Rose Hull Arrowood. She is almost eighty years old and writing beautiful poems, still. God Bless you Aunt Hilda.

We had a special Aunt down here, but she's an angel now,
Everyone is happy she's home and we will get along, somehow.
What a time she's having with her sisters and her Lord.
She enjoyed living and never seemed bored.
I'll never forget her saying, "Stop and smell the coffee", to me,
she knew we needed to slow down to look for all the beauty to see.
Her two sons are special and she loved them so,
And her grandchildren would have been the reason,
for her not wanting to go.
She planned a birthday party for me, such plans she did make,
While running up the stairs, she fell and her elbow went through the cake.

She had many nieces, but I was first to come along,
she loved me dearly and according to her, I could do no wrong.
Most of her life, she lived with Grandpa and Grandma Hull,
when we all went to visit, it was anything but dull.
We were so blessed to be part of a family like that,
she was so pretty dressed up and sometimes, she wore a hat.
The movie stars of her day, they could not compare,
everyone who saw her, could not help but stare.
She was the baby of the family, but to me she was a queen.
Her sweet smile, black hair, and the prettiest face I have ever seen.
She would say to us, get ready, to come live on that beautiful shore.
When our time comes to cross over, she will be waiting inside the door.

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