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~ 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.

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"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."

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Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Looking Back Toward Home ~ Part II








One Correll's search has come full circle. He has located his Dad, and with that find, generations before him, have opened themselves up to him.

Lost memories, heartache, and forgotten years, have evolved into comfortable acceptance of just who he is, and where his roots lie. His roots lie in the mountains of Tennessee, they reach down deep into the heartland, and they also run up, into "the Crossroads of America." The place that he now calls home.



We are kindred spirits, not only in our blood, but more importantly, in our hearts.

He reached out and went "back toward home".



His Great grandfather, William Correll, and my Great grandmother, Isabell Correll, were brother and sister.

My cousin. My family.

Now, officially, we have 'another graveyard rabbit', on the loose.

Watch out for us, because folks, we are out there. Big Grin.














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