The Arrowood Trail Thru the Mountains: 9/20/09

WELCOME

~ 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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Sunday, September 20, 2009

Going Home ~ In Memory of Robin

In the year 1954, on Laurel Lane, just on the other side of the field from Lewis and Maude Arrowood's house, there came a sweet little girl to live. She had a smile as big as could be, and boy could she sing! It was the daughter of Walter Glenn Morgan and Hilda Faye Arrowood Morgan, Lewis and Maude’s granddaughter.

Robin Morgan. Robin grew up, married, and she had two beautiful sons.
Both with golden light hair and big broad smiles. She sure loved those boys.

Robin loved to sing and had the voice of an angel. A voice that could bring you to tears.

Well, this morning Robin lost a long, hard-fought, battle with cancer, and she went Home. Straight into the arms of the Lord.

She sings in the Angel Choir this morning, in Heaven.

Godspeed to you Robin, head straight for that choir room.

Everyone’s waiting for you.

We will miss you dearly, Sweet Cousin. Love you

February 5, 1954 - September 20, 2009