Rumor is spreading like wildfire that Mary, engaged to our local carpenter Joseph, is pregenant. Joseph maintains he isn’t the father of the child and Mary says she has not been unfaithful to her promised marriage vows.
Check tomorrows edition for breaking news on this shocking event.
Sandwiched between the Civil War Battles of Gettysburg and Chattanooga, Chickamauga became the last hooray for the Confederacy. Meet the people who awoke one day to find their homes part of a battlefield. Examine the costly squabbles among General Bragg’s CSA staff and the miscalculations of Union Commander General Rosecrans. As you follow the snafu movements that beseiged both sides you’ll be suprised by the battle’s heroes that ultimately cost the Union a victory.
THAT’S ME, LYNELLE MASON, IN MY BUNNY RABBIT COSTUME HAVING MY PICTURE TAKEN OODLES OF TIME BY LITTLE FRIENDS FROM SIGNAL MOUNTAIN, TENNESSEE AND ALEXIAN VILLAGE
Lightfoot shares a common bond with her Grandmother (E-li-si) even death can’t dissolve. When the Georgia guards march her family to a deportation fort Lightfoot escapes. Following Indian trails Lightfoot hides in a cave and exists on herbs and berries. Beaver, an interracial youth, finds Lightfoot and talks her into finding sanctuary with his family. The road to freedom is hazardous, but Lightfoot finds both love and freedom where the rabbits dance.
Made the “man of the house” eleven-year-old Bobby greatly misses Papa and doesn’t like what this war is doing to mama. Following a rumor of troop movements, Bobby runs away to find Papa and to bring him home. Instead, Bobby gets drawn into the thick of the battle. Through numerous struggles along a treacherous road to freedom, Bobby emerges forever changed by his experiences.
The Lord, my Shepherd, leads me. Sometimes we travel through lush meadows or linger by still waters. Often we wind our way through rough terrain, and I feel I can’t stand it anymore. Then, the Lord, my Shepherd, takes me by the hand, and I find strength to journey on.
The Lord, my Shepherd, restores me. When my soul is barren and my dreams crushed He opens for me windows of hope.
The Lord, my Shepherd, guides me. He snatches me from pitfalls and encourages my sagging spirits.
The Lord, my Shepherd, walks with me. Sometimes we laugh, and sometimes we cry. Sometimes we run and sometimes we crawl. Ah, yes! The Lord, my Shepherd, walks with me.
The Lord, my Shepherd, sustains me. He replaces my sorrow with joy. He picks me up when I stumble, and cuddles me when I’m afraid.
The Lord, my Shepherd, is a Forever Guide. When this earth life ceases He’ll whisper, “Come with Me. The best is yet to be!”
Published in Mature Living, March 2001