In NYC it seem many afternoons we get showers it made me wonder if we exchanged weather with England!
I found an old meal of yours.................
Posted on 04/16/2004 6:37:21 PM PDT by Mo1
Hi, Resty, it's almost time to get horizontal here.
It's hot as heck here in CenTex, and the chances of more rain look slim, indeed.
Big cheers up north.
In NYC it seem many afternoons we get showers it made me wonder if we exchanged weather with England!
I found an old meal of yours.................
.....Westy....
Hi Westy do you have any ghost stories?
Nope, guess I'm to much of a skeptic...
.....Westy.....
Goodnight all
.....Westy....
When I asked grannie about a since of the pass it was not really of ghost storis, it was more of a time travel that all of sudden for a brief moment she could have felt something.
One can be transported when one does their family history as one is in a state of pondering.
On land like that a celebration of birthday,or maybe a battle there are many memberies that have linger for centuries and sometimes one is allowed a glimps!
Got rain here .. and my sister is having a big grad party tomorrow .. good thing she rent a tent just in case
Goodnight Westy!
You know skeptic has nothing to do with it for ghost are no repecter of persons!
I have had OB, seen ghost, and even converse with one dying.
It's not as dark as I thought it would be ... it looks really nice on you
Geez Grannie .. a lot of work going on the house
Are you painting the same color or something new??
She said she was keeping the same color gray and only doing the area that was hit hard by the weather.
That is a lot of hard work that house is a treasure in many ways.
My very dear Sarah:
The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days -- perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more.
Our movement may be one of a few days duration and full of pleasure -- and it may be one of severe conflict and death to me. Not my will, but thine O God, be done. If it is necessary that I should fall on the battlefield for my country, I am ready. I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in, the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans upon the triumph of the Government, and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and suffering of the Revolution. And I am willing -- perfectly willing -- to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt.
But, my dear wife, when I know that with my own joys I lay down nearly all of yours, and replace them in this life with cares and sorrows -- when, after having eaten for long years the bitter fruit of orphanage myself, I must offer it as their only sustenance to my dear little children -- is it weak or dishonorable, while the banner of my purpose floats calmly and proudly in the breeze, that my unbounded love for you, my darling wife and children, should struggle in fierce, though useless, contest with my love of country?
I cannot describe to you my feelings on this calm summer night, when two thousand men are sleeping around me, many of them enjoying the last, perhaps, before that of death -- and I, suspicious that Death is creeping behind me with his fatal dart, am communing with God, my country, and thee.
I have sought most closely and diligently, and often in my breast, for a wrong motive in thus hazarding the happiness of those I loved and I could not find one. A pure love of my country and of the principles I have often advocated before the people and "the name of honor that I love more than I fear death" have called upon me, and I have obeyed.
Sarah, my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me to you with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly on with all these chains to the battlefield.
The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when God willing, we might still have lived and loved together, and seen our sons grow up to honorable manhood around us. I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me -- perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar -- that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will whisper your name.
Forgive my many faults, and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have oftentimes been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness, and struggle with all the misfortune of this world, to shield you and my children from harm. But I cannot. I must watch you from the spirit land and hover near you, while you buffet the storms with your precious little freight, and wait with sad patience till we meet to part no more.
But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the darkest night -- amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours -- always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.
Sarah, do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again.
As for my little boys, they will grow as I have done, and never know a father's love and care. Little Willie is too young to remember me long, and my blue-eyed Edgar will keep my frolics with him among the dimmest memories of his childhood. Sarah, I have unlimited confidence in your maternal care and your development of their characters. Tell my two mothers his and hers I call God's blessing upon them. O Sarah, I wait for you there! Come to me, and lead thither my children.
Sullivan
The sun has been out here .. but it's been chilly .. but compare it to last year .. it rained till mid June, so I guess I can't complain too much
The pool we go to opened last weekend and Mike took the girls over for a few hours today .. I stayed home to finish ripping out three bushes that TRIED to trim yesterday and got carried away with ... and well, they had to go.
I'm not sure what I'll replace them with or what to do. Mike wants to make that area a porch and put stone down since we can't make it a perminate porch because of Association Rules ..
I have to think about that and what kind of stones .. and then I have to think about chairs to sit and ... and .. well for now I just put some wood chips down to clean it up and so not have the kids drag in all the dirt in the house.
Sweet Dreams y'all
She posted those photos just before she left for Florida I was looking for them they but I forgot what month she left?
Could be on DD 8 or 9?
I am off to dream land too good night all.
That was a beautiful letter they use to write like that in the 1800's. It was a time when one spoke to each other with love and respect.
Resty, he was a yankee.
Major Sullivan of the 2nd Reg, Rhode Island Volunteers, died in the first battle of Bull Run.
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