A Southern Writer – Diane Story in Georgia

The Window

  You are the fairy tale told by your ancestors. ~ Toba Beta My ancestral journey began with a near death experience when I was four. Three years later a window served as a portal connecting me to my ancestors. This is how it happened. Tucker Georgia, late 1950s Through a window I see the […]

Lincoln County Lost

What is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs? ~ Chief Seattle 1786-1866 Little did I know my end would be my beginning. Perhaps my first life was given to me so my forest could grow tall and plentiful – allowing the […]

Teatime in Leathersville

Having picked some tea, she drank it. Then she sprouted wings, and flew to a mansion, to escape the emptiness of the world. ~ C. Jen 1955 As a small child, I experienced a unique teatime in an unlikely place – a creaky old Lincoln County farmhouse. Pure magic was revealed by an austere woman […]

Wrightsboro Village

If we give you a pistol, will you fight for the Lord? But you can’t kill the Devil with a gun or a sword. ~ Old Quaker Saying Wrightsboro Village first called Brandon, was founded in 1754 by pretending Quaker, Edmund Grey. Real Quakers, Joseph Mattock and Jonathan Sell, petitioned the Royal Governor Sir James […]

Nancy Elizabeth Paschal

Dream of Knights, Soldiers, and Nancy Paschal A woman is like a tea bag – you can’t tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water. ~ Eleanor Roosevelt Today I saw the face of Nancy Elizabeth Paschal – a stoic face framed with a simple white bonnet. Heard she descended from […]

Cousin Rebel Rose

I had a right to my own political opinions. I am a Southern woman, born with Revolutionary blood in my veins. Freedom of speech and of thought were my birthright, guaranteed, signed, and sealed by the blood of our fathers. ~ Rose O’Neal Greenhow On the way home from a usual night of frolicking, John […]

Polly’s Christmas Tree

“Diane, don’t worry about a Christmas tree. We’ll have one up before Santa gets here. You just think about getting well.” She reassured, “I know you want a tree; just like I did when I was a kid. All my trees came from Aunt Mae’s Christmas tree farm; I’d pick it out. She’d send Uncle […]