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As a transplanted northern boy, I never understood the motives for such commitment to sacrifi ce from the men and women of the South. I have now been granted a look into the depth of family, faith and community that drove this war for independence. Isaacs House is more than just a good novel. It is a heartfelt love story within a love story of the Old South. Jane Bennett Gaddy is a true daughter of Mississippi, and she speaks from depths of devotion to her heritage with compassion in every line. She conveys the youthful call to war and post-war burden of the warriors, as well as the emotions of those on the home front, and her readers will experience carpetbaggers, scalawags, copperheads, Radical Republicans and a nation even more divided after the war.
Summer wheat, heavy with grain, waved in the July wind, and when touched by the afternoon sun, cast a golden glow on the rocks of Cemetery Ridge. Jonathan stood with his countrymen, rifle drawn, wiping sweat from his eyes with the sleeve of a ragged Confederate uniform. Then the nod, Longstreet to Pickett, whose men charged screaming the blood-curdling Rebel yell. Brave soldiers, strength pressed to the breach, fell like autumn leaves. Blood ran freely down the hill. Gettysburg was a trough. Jonathan could see with horrifying clarity from the hillside that Kemper, Armistead, and Semmes were dead. Garnett, already wounded in the leg, gallantly rode his horse in the charge facing certain death, and it was so. Jonathan reached the crest of the hill, slashing Union soldiers with every move, the grotesqueness of the hour searing his consciousness. He took a saber slash through the leg, grabbed the rogue Yank, and pulled him from his horse. With his bowie knife, he put an end to the savagery. But Jonathan was a savage himself. Both countries had gone mad and, in madness, had taken along every southern gentleman.
Jane Bennett Gaddy has captured in her third installment of the Payne family, JOAB, a piece of the history for Faulkners little postage stamp of native soil with a combination of history and fiction. She places Joab in Oxford, known as Jefferson in the Faulkner novels, at a time when this town was at its lowest. History and fiction sometimes come together and Gaddy has given us something, as Oxonians, to think about in our little postage stamp of native soil. Jack Lamar Mayfield, Columnist, The Oxford Eagle
I was born in the flat fertile Mississippi Delta in 1940. I grew up in a white clapboard plantation house on the heels of the Great Depression when cotton was still running the show in the south and well before the Civil Rights Movement. Love took me out of the Delta, and it was love that brought me back, for there are some things that cannot be forgotten or left behind. So, here it is. After all the years that have come and gone, here is a Delta girl seeing the grand old South through a window, all but closed now. There were days hot enough to melt lead and bitter winters that tested and forged the human spirit. And in a way, that's how I felt looking back on it. There we all were, scratching at the ground for our white gold and imagining the world beyond the cotton rows. It's my life and a heritage of pride in my homeland, my view of America, of family, of love, and ultimately of the House Not Made With Hands.
Life Changing In the beautiful collection of fictional southern style short stories, set in her hometown, Katherine Dye highlights many nooks and crannies of New Albany, Mississippi, and if you are a native, you will delight in reading about the places you often see. If not well, you will want to visit this lovely little artisan town and see for yourself the wonders of the pleasant and less complex southern way of life as depicted in Katherines stories, paintings, and sketches. The beauty of her short stories is their attraction to the Word of God. Katherine, from a child, was encouraged to memorize scripture verses; and those that became a lamp unto her feet and a light unto her path are th...
Crafted with enormous appeal, GIBBO is a moving account that sweeps the reader into the world of a young lad born in the Black Country of England, a place rich in history and steeped in the glory of medieval times, the story enhanced by Gibbos remembrances of his beloved football tribe, West Bromwich Albion, and his desire to bring English footy to America. Gibbos writer weaves a poignant life story that will stay around forever, transferring to paper an admixture of gusto, humour, and sadness from a broad yam-yam dialect that cannot be obscured by favourite son, Paul Andr Gibbons, one of the Southeast USAs most popular Coerver soccer coaches. Through tears of remembrance, Gibbo relives the ...
Lee Payne sat alone on a park bench, gripping the worn leather journal to his chest and facing the Lady in the Harbor. President Grover Cleveland had dedicated her on a blustery autumn day last year. Lee thought of the immigrants but, above all, of the Irish street urchin called Malachi OMalley and the lofty promise the president had made that we would not neglect one of them. Just a few years ago, Lees family had been willing to fight although it had not been necessary in their environment prior to the war. Certain things had spawned the whole ideathe responsibility for family, farm, and freedom. For that, they gave all. And when it was over, Lee had inherited that same courage and his fair...
Rachel, After the Darkness is a continuation of the struggle in which Jane Gaddy intricately describes the South following the war and during the reunification of a broken Nation. Rachels husband and son are gone, having fallen at Gettysburg. Three sons have married, and Rachel and her youngest, Samuel, are left alone to run the small farm in northeast Mississippi. The darkness represents a time that never should have been, and in her thoughts, Rachel relives the gloom of death and destruction; the disparities of Federal intervention during Reconstruction and the re-establishing of the Old South; and the harsh restrictions of the Radical Regime. As the story progresses, Rachel receives a sho...
Lee sat in the window facing the Bridge as calmly as his emotions would allow, waiting the moment when this day would enhance his lifes story. He drank the last of his coffee, spoke good-day to the waiter, and walked out into the morning mist off the East River. He strode toward the Bridge, many thoughts crowding his youthful mind. He had one more thing to do and now was the time
Nehemiah Covington I (1626-1681), a Quaker, immigrated in 1646 from England to Northampton, Accomack County, Virginia. He married twice, and moved to Somerset County, Maryland. Descendants lived in Virginia, Maryland, North Carolina, South Carolina, Mississippi, Oklahoma, Illinois and elsewhere.