~ 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

Friday, May 21, 2010

Planting Seeds

Now seeds are just dimes to the man in the store
And the dimes are the things that he needs,
And I've been to buy them in seasons before
But have thought of them merely as seeds;
But it flashed through my mind as I took them this time,
"You purchased a miracle here for a dime."

- Edgar A. Guest, A Package of Seeds

My Dad loved to grow things.

He loved to plant and watch things grow from tiny seeds.
He planted a garden each and every spring. I walked behind him as he laid out the rows, always straight, amazingly straight. We planted sweet potato slips in the silky powdery loam in the garden beside my grandparent’s house one year. We worked nearly all day, preparing the soil and carefully placing the tender slips. I remember my toes were blackened with the soil of countless trips up and down those rows.

Not to mention the granny necklaces that were forming, ring after ring, on my neck. I was a kid and dirt did not matter much. Strangely enough, I still do not mind it. I would happily shuck my nice “work” high heeled shoes and nylons for an afternoon in the soft, cool , earth of a newly plowed garden.

My Dad passed that love on to me and I am so grateful.

I get this hankering to plant some seeds and start digging when the weather begins to turn warmer. The smell inside of my little greenhouse is like a tonic to me. I breathe deep, filling my lungs upon entering it. The smell of the earth is so satisfying to me.

Russ’ son, Chance, once got a Christmas present from his Dad that really wasn't what he wanted, but the gift was filled with love from his father. I was trying to explain that his Dad meant well with the gift, and I asked Chance , “Well, take me for instance, now what in the world would you give me, that you are absolutely sure I would want?”. Chance answered me without skipping a beat, “Why of course, I would get you some SEEDS!”

Out of the mouth of a babe….that realization struck me soundly.. He was so RIGHT! Seeds are perfect for me. Perfect for me and my Dad. Dad would pull up something interesting or find a nice plant at an abandoned house, left on a windowsill and to me, it would promptly come. Pieces of cactus’ or a cutting, whatever it was, it was welcome, and Dad knew that.

That is why the Maypops are so special to me. Maypops and the story that Dad taught me.
We would scour the ditches at our river cabin for those wonderful smelling flowers. Always bringing a smile to my Dad’s face, I would come clutching one in my small chubby fist. Holding it up for Daddy to see.

I planted my garden this spring, scaled back from the garden’s of yesteryear, but special to me, just the same.
George, My Dad in law, (my other Dad) loved to garden too, and we planted way too many tomato plants each and every year. But it was so much fun. Something we did together. Every year I would watch with anticipation , that first red, ripe, tomato and every year it would simply disappear one day while I was not looking.
George got it . And that was fine.. It still makes me smile to think of it. Grin. Tomato snitcher right in my own back yard. Grin.

I grow things out of love. Love that was instilled in me from the time I could walk.
That love was shown to me as I walked behind the plow, dropping the seeds into the soft earth, with tiny fingers, carefully counting out how many.

I can still hear Dad whistling as he went along the rows.

That love was shown to me as I watched my Dad take the fresh vegetables around to our neighbors , those unable to garden themselves. I watched, and I learned, and I grew.

I grow things, and as I grow things, I grow myself, just a little.

Thanks, Dad.

When I see that first, tiny, curled up, pale green, wisp
of a sprout poking up between a couple of grains of
soil , I hear God speaking.

He who plants a seed,
Beneath the sod;
And waits to see -
Believes in God.

- Author Unknown

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Great Aunt Buna ~ The Last Cedar Tree

We lost our sweet Great Aunt Buna on May 12, 2010. Just shy of her 100th birthday.
The last sibling of my grandmother, Maude Rose Hull Arrowood. May the angels wing you safely home, we will miss you dearly.

On the 1930 Census, Walter D. Moody and Buna Magnolia Hull Moody are married, ages 21 and 19, living in the Gastonia Township, Gaston County, North Carolina.

A young married couple, in love and just starting out in their life together.

Buna's parents, Elias Burton Hull and Virginia “Vergie” Belzonie Dellinger Hull, had a total of seven children that were documented, and out of that seven ,only four made it to adulthood. I am sure these losses were heart breaking ones.
Luther Houston Hull, Born February 15, 1906.

Luther Hull and Flossie Lynch Hull ~

Luther married Flossie Lynch. Together they had at least two sons.

Luther died May 13, 1996 and Flossie passed away on August 10, 1987.
They are both buried near Luther’s parents in Bethel Baptist Church Cemetery in Lincolnton.

Next born to this couple was a set of twins, Maude Rose and Audie, a boy.

Sadly Audie died at birth or very near after. Maude mourned the loss of her baby brother, her whole life.

Maude and Audie were born May 27, 1908.

Buna Magnolia Hull was born next, on Nov 10, 1910. She married Walter Dorson Moody. Together they had a house full of kids. Two sons and four daughters.

She had 22 grandchildren, 53 great grandchildren and 27 great-great grandchildren. Blessed with a full life and a long one, she went on to her reward.

We have lost the final “cedar tree”, but heaven has gained an sweet angel.
Imagine all the changes and wonders she saw during her long life.

Walt died on August 12, 1987 and is buried at Hillcrest Gardens Cemetery, in Mt. Holly, N.C. , as will be our Buna.

Records indicate there was another girl born to this couple on April 17, 1914. I have not found a death certificate for her, but there may not be one in existence. Death certificates did not start until the year 1914 in North Carolina. Until then I do not have a name for Baby Girl Hull.

Ollie Mae Hull was born on June 26, 1915. She married William Miller Smith on January 01, 1934. William Miller died on September 19, 1937 and they are both buried in Hollywood Cemetery in Gastonia, N.C.

Lastly, there was another girl born to this couple. I only recently found the information about her. Another Audie.

Little Audie D. Hull was born on May 27, 1918. May 27, Maude’s birthday. No doubt named after her baby brother that passed. Sadly little girl Audie also passed away, at the age of 7 months and 16 days, on January 12, 1919. She died from Bronchial Pneumonia. She is buried at Bethel Baptist in Lincolnton, N.C. with her parents.

Great Aunt Buna was pretty and petite, and she also was the smallest cedar tree in the ‘three sister trees‘. Those trees that stood behind my grandmother’s house, over time, came to symbolize her sisters and herself, to my grandmother. Her way of staying close to her sisters, I believe.

All three, standing tall, together.
Now they are all in heaven, together once again, standing side by side.

What a joyful reunion that must have been!

Ollie, Mother Virgie, Buna and Maude.

" God shall wipe all tears from their eyes: and there shall be no more death, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain; for the former things are passed away." ~ Revelation 21 : 4