Columbus, Georgia, began as a rough frontier trading town in 1828. As its focus on the sale and shipment of cotton evolved into cotton manufacturing, massive textile mills grew up along the riverbank. Today the mills are closing, but Columbus, undergoing an economic and cultural renaissance, keeps one eye on its colorful past. As the city's oldest graveyard, Linwood Cemetery bears witness to the city's rich history. Graced by over 100 monuments signed by their 19th-century carvers, Linwood is more than a cemetery: it is a virtual outdoor museum. Historic Linwood Cemetery transforms the old gravestones into flesh-and-blood stories of the people who once walked the streets of Columbus. In these pages readers will meet a broad spectrum of former residents now resting in the hallowed soil of Linwood-stone carvers, founding fathers and mothers, military heroes, steamboat designers, past managers of the city wharf, builders of the town's first roads and railroads, and the town's best ice cream maker.
Anecdotes, tidbits and documents to provide insight into the lives of members of the Peterson, Freeland, gardner, Snider, Hurt and many other families of Tennessee, Kentucky, Virginia and North Carolina in the 18th, 19th and 20th centuries. Also, data on the Arnold family of Texas, the Ochs family of Tennessee and New York, the Wilder family of Vermont, the Barr family of Pennsylvania, and many others."--Back cover.
Mary Jane Holmes was an American writer living in the last half of the 1800's. She began teaching school at age 13. Her novels centered on domestic life. Her novels were published in a serialized form in different magazines. In her work, she comments on how various social issues effect women. An excerpt from the book reads, "The person thus addressed was a lady, whose face, though young and handsome, wore a look, which told of early sorrow. Matilda Remington had been a happy, loving wife, but the old churchyard in Vernon contained a grass-grown grave, where rested the noble heart which had won her girlish love. And she was a widow now, a fair-haired, blue-eyed widow, and the stranger who had so excited Janet's wrath by walking from the depot, a distance of three miles, would claim her as his bride ere the morrow's sun was midway in the heavens. How the engagement happened she could not exactly tell, but happened it had, and she was pledged to leave the vine-wreathed cottage which Harry had built for her, and go with one of whom she knew comparatively little.
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