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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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Arrowood Family

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Happy New Year ! 2012


"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do.

So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor.

Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."

 ~ Mark Twain ~



Picture taken off the balcony at the Grove Park Inn, Asheville, North Carolina ~

Friday, December 30, 2011

Fretting Friday ~ Samuel VS John Henry Arrowood

This photo is of JOHN HENRY ARROWOOD (ARWOOD)

youngest son of Samuel and Sarah Ellen Winters Arrowood.



This photo has been uploaded from my site and added incorrectly to many trees. It is sad how mis-information gets rolling and just keeps on going. Let's all try to keep our search as actual and factual as possible!

PLEASE remove this from being identified as Samuel Augustus Arrowood if you have it linked to him.

As much as I would LOVE to have a photo of Samuel, this is not one.
Now if you know where he is buried, PLEASE contact me.


Until we meet up somewhere along our search for family long lost, Happy Trails!


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Rev. John Henry Arrowood (Arwood) Circuit Minister, 1872-1963
Pigeon Roost, Mitchell County, North Carolina

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Wistful Wednesday ~ Grandma's Sugar Bowl




Just the other day I was out,  and I came upon a beautiful old sugar bowl.

You know the kind, with pink roses and a lid that fits just perfect. The kind that reminds you of your Grandma.

It just about yells out loud, “Grandma!” to me! One of those.

One that Grandma would have just loved.



My Dad loved these old sugar bowls for some reason and most likely it was because they reminded him of Grandma, too.

He brought one to Aunt Hilda from time to time, just a gift, an offering of love. Most likely to all his sisters. They were old, not always completely without nicks and mostly they would not match anything else, of course. But they had one thing in common, inside, tucked just out of sight was a handful of love.

 A sprinkle of  'brother sugar'. Dad’s own kind of ‘Sugar‘. Hilda mentioned to me how much she missed the sugar bowls just the other day and it got me to thinking.



I cannot see a sugar bowl and not smile. It is just physically impossible for me. That smile comes, taking me back to another time and place and I find myself on my knees up in the chair at the table with Grandma. Grandma right by my side, the lace tablecloth softly skimming over the tops of my knees like a gentle breeze and the kitchen smelling like Grandma’s house. That smell of material and lace, mixed with simmering chicken dumplings, with a cinnamon bun baking in a warm oven,  takes me there in my heart in an instant. That sugar bowl, always full, sitting on the table. The smell of faint roses and lavender softly coming from Grandma’ hair. Close your eyes and smell it, too.



Grandma liked a little coffee with her sugar and cream. So do I. Big smile.

I remember being up on my knees in that chair and rolling out “whomper” biscuits to make apple turnover pies. They are called that because you 'whomp' them on the edge of the counter to open them up. I can remember stretching my way too short arm across the table, trying to reach the sugar bowl to sprinkle some of Grandma's sugar on top of my pie. Delicious apple pies and sticky sugared fingers.
Life was grand in Grandma's kitchen.



Delicious memories, precious to me.



One thing I will be eternally grateful for, is that Grandma taught me how to love deeply and how keep your sugar bowl full.

She taught us all that love should be unconditional, without judgment. She loved us even sometimes when we didn’t appear to deserve it. Grandma knew how to feel your heart, to meet you where you are and give you the love that you needed. The word compassion comes up time and time again when thinking about my Grandma.  Her heart was pure compassion.



Grandma could feel our wounds no matter how big or how small and she was just about bound and determined to heal them any way she could, even when it didn’t always appear to be practical or logical. Sometimes Noxema did the trick just fine, and sometimes not. Noxema was a salve for you soul as well as your boo-boo's,  sometimes. And if she found a wound she couldn’t heal completely, she made sure to stick by you and love you through it.



Love, kindness and compassion, were all something that came naturally to Maudie Hull Arrowood.



My Dad knew that sugar bowl well, and so did Hilda. All the kids and grandkids knew Grandma’s sweet sugar bowl well. She kept her heart, her ‘sugar bowl’ full all the time.

Not just for family, but for everyone. God Bless her.



Dad’s love for those odd sugar bowls imprinted in my mind and my heart, so now I scan the shelves of old jot-em-down stores and fleas for sugar bowls, too.  You just never know what treasure awaits you just around the corner in this life. My Dad had that same giving heart that my dear Grandma had.


The apples never fall far too from the tree, do they? Or is it the nuts? Oh well, whatever we are, we are who we are. Grin.


I sure miss my ‘sugar bowl of love’ that I got from my Dad, but I know that somewhere, up in heaven, all of our loved ones that have gone on, are sitting around that sugar bowl and having coffee and some sweet Grandma apple pies. Laughing and telling stories and loving each and every one of us, still. Can’t you just imagine how wonderful that must be? Aunt Ollie and Aunt Buna are sitting there as well, smiling those beautiful smiles they had.



All of Grandma’s kids keep their sugar bowls full, and recently I have received a good dose of love from both Ann and Hilda. They know what I am talking about here, God Bless them both.



As we go about living today, with holes in all of our hearts because we miss all the loved ones that are no longer with us, let us all try to fill those holes with the kind of love that they showed us while here. Let that be our tribute to the love we have all received. Let us be the full sugar bowls and give our sugar to hearts that need it. Let’s pay it forward.



I can’t wait to get up to heaven and sit down at that table, and say, “Pass me that sugar bowl!“



Until then, hold tight to all your sugar bowls. Let them know how much you appreciate them.

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