The Arrowood Trail Thru the Mountains: 3/20/11

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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Thursday, March 24, 2011

Thoughtful Thursday~

This old photo was found by my Dad a few years back. In the shot is my great Aunt Ollie Hull Smith. Behind her is maybe my great grandmother, Virgie Dellinger Hull. She was tiny and small framed. Maybe that is my Uncle Ben with his hand on the tree. I love the old forty-something car in the background.

It's hard to tell..Sometimes I wish I could ask those in the old pictures, "Now, just who is that??"

Sadly people do not always write names on the back of photos..I guess we take the pictures and we know who they are, so not another thought that someone may look at it years from now and wonder...

I wish I had my grandmother Maude back so much. She remembered everything and everyone. I miss her so.

If anyone ever had a wonderful grandma, I sure did.