I'm fortunate to live in an area where parts of my family have lived since pre-Civil War times, and I am also fortunate to have had a granny who loved to tell me about all those folks. She'd tell me the stories of their lives, lived so long ago, with such color and salt that I became completely infatuated. I wanted so badly to see them myself, and the places where they lived out those tales. Yesterday I decided to try.
These two were star-crossed lovers, meeting during the almost forgotten Battle of Brushy Hill that was fought near our town during the War Between the States.
On this peaceful evening it was almost impossible to comprehend the agonizing battle that raged around that very spot, especially when it was so easy for us to walk right up and get a drink.
This is where Mr. Orwan returned to after the war. He settled on the very land where he fought that terrible battle, then he married his true love, Miss Sanders (despite her father's objections) and built their homestead just up from the spring.
Lizzie (or Aint Lib, as Granny called her) was one of the Orwan daughters. Lib loved to garden and always grew a yard full of beautiful flowers. Her first love had been killed in Europe during World War I, and so she never married. She remained on her parent's homestead with her other two unmarried sisters until her death in the 1940's.
I wanted to stay forever. But, night was falling and my time was running out.
After tearing myself away from the place where Lizzie "Lib" Orwan found her solace,
I searched the area for signs of any structural remains while Will explored the field.
I came up empty-handed; he found a wild turkey feather.
Will stuck the feather in his hair and took off whooping and hollering through the field, and I gave up and sat down in the lily patch. I closed my eyes and tried to visualize the place full of life and activity. After a few moments, I was startled out of my trance by the sound of children's voices. I looked around in amazement, wondering if I had accidentally conjured up some voices from the past. And then around the bend came my friends Andrew and Lindsay and their kids.
Whew! Since Andrew's family now owns the property I was sitting on, his appearance certainly made more sense than that of ghosts from the past!
I hadn't lost my mind after all.
Keep your comments to yourself, please.
We stood quietly, murmuring in hushed tones about all that had occurred there, and then, with the sun setting over the horizon, we slowly made our way out of the woods of the previous century, and back to civilization and the modern world.