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The Shortest Path Home Is Through The Heart von Schultz, Lynda (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 21.11.2011
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The Shortest Path Home Is Through The Heart

At the tender age of six months, Mattie Rose and Annie Lizbeth Radley are left behind by their mother who prefers to seek greener, unencumbered pastures. Nine years later, these bright and high-spirited twins are ready to enter fifth grade and conquer new challenges.


    Format: ePUB
    Kopierschutz: AdobeDRM
    Seitenzahl: 209
    Erscheinungsdatum: 21.11.2011
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9781618426574
    Verlag: BookBaby
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The Shortest Path Home Is Through The Heart


In our front yard stood several imposing oaks trees, many of which had set down roots several generations before us.

Among these mighty oaks stood one in particular, that towered majestically above all the rest. We called it "Granny's tree." Its branches grew in meandering ways, its leafy foliage providing shelter from the blistering summer sun. It possessed a silent, reverent spirit all its own.

Annie Lizbeth and I both agreed that if Granny were to be born again, she would come back as an oak tree. She possessed a masculine energy that was mighty, strong, enduring, and steadfast . We depended on these qualities in Granny, and later, came to respect and revere them.

How our granny came to be was a story of which Annie Lizbeth and I never tired of hearing. We would sit captivated as she recalled for us the wondrous, yet sometimes tragic journey of her mother's life. In order to understand Granny, you had to know from where she came. This is the story of Harriett's gift.

Harriett Crenshaw was the only, overly protected child of Henry and Mary Crenshaw.

As was the custom of the era, Harriett attended and completed all eight years of education offered to girls in the late 1800 s. She received the basics in reading, writing and arithmetic, a subject in which she excelled.

There was only one schoolhouse in rural Durham, North Carolina; a white, wood-framed, one-room dwelling located right at the edge of Main Street. The only transportation to and from school was attached to your body. Most folks call them your legs and feet.

Mrs. Lois Ann Johnson was the official schoolmarm, who oversaw the day-to-day administrative duties of the school.

Miss Hilda Mae Framingham was the school's only teacher. She ran a tight ship when it came to her classroom. Boys and girls were kept on opposite sides of the room, and if there were any classroom infractions, they were quickly addressed by a wooden yardstick Miss Framingham kept in plain sight for all the students to see.

At fourteen, Harriett received her eighth-grade diploma. Her formal education now complete, she worked alongside her mother, Mary, in a small dressmaking business.

Shortly after Harriet's birth, her father converted the upstairs attic into a sewing room so that Mary could work from home and still tend Harriett. Over the years, Mary taught Harriett the finer points of dressmaking, and by age seventeen, Harriett had become quite an accomplished seamstress. She delighted in designing wedding dresses and veils for local brides-to-be.

Harriett also helped her father Henry with light bookkeeping duties at his shoemaker's shop located right in the middle of the town square. Henry Crenshaw was a decent and hard-working man who worked long hours to support his family.

Harriett was good with numbers, and kept detailed records of Henry's end-of-week receipts, listing those who paid and those who owed for the shoes her father made or repaired. She was of great help to her mother and father, and they valued her dedication to both family businesses.

One Friday afternoon, Harriett saw a flyer posted in Jesse McGraw's General Store while running errands for her mother. The poster boasted that a community wide get-together was going to be held at the Town Hall on the third Saturday of May in 1885 . The civic leaders thought a community social would be the perfect venue to encourage country folks to leave their farms and meet some of their city-dwelling neighbors. The attendees of the "meet and greet" would enjoy an afternoon of socializing, fiddling, and square dancing. There would be a pot luck dessert table, courtesy of the ladies attending the social.

The social&rsquo

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