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“Like the magnolia tree,
She bends with the wind,
Trials and tribulation may weather her,
Yet, after the storm her beauty blooms,
See her standing there, like steel,
With her roots forever buried,
Deep in her Southern soil.”
― Letters from Lizzie
She bends with the wind,
Trials and tribulation may weather her,
Yet, after the storm her beauty blooms,
See her standing there, like steel,
With her roots forever buried,
Deep in her Southern soil.”
― Letters from Lizzie
“With time, grief has a way of slipping down in the crevices of your heart. It never really leaves; it just makes room for more.”
― Beyond Sandy Ridge
― Beyond Sandy Ridge
“Do not try to understand love, control it or hold it.
Although love is humble, it is strong and suffers all, And if it be true, it will always find its way.”
― Beyond Sandy Ridge
Although love is humble, it is strong and suffers all, And if it be true, it will always find its way.”
― Beyond Sandy Ridge
“Yet, the quest for knowledge will overcome us and we must know. And, at last, we must see where the road ends, even if it be the cliff.”
― Garnet
― Garnet
“{Summertime she speaks of winter, she eats ham, but speaks of beef, got a good man but, flirts with another. She might as well go to hell, cause she ain't gonna be happy in heaven either!}”
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“If a hole in your wall is large enough for a rat to get his head in, rats will soon take over your home. If there is a hole in your heart large enough for the devil to get his head in, he'll waste no time moving in too.”
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“(The golden goose has died, my prince turned into a frog, the Kingdom is lost, everyone has turned into stone and I am locked in the tower)”
― Beyond Sandy Ridge
― Beyond Sandy Ridge
“Humans will never be in charge of this world, as long as dust and weeds do as they please.”
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“Sea and land may lie between us, but my heart is always there with you.”
― Letters from Lizzie
― Letters from Lizzie
“The sun flickers through the trees and shines upon the faces of the men lined up on the porches. Soldiers no more, just ordinary men who, by the grace of God, were spared to tell their stories”
― Beyond Sandy Ridge
― Beyond Sandy Ridge
“God does not care what you have done, but only what you will do”
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“Mother used to say if you stood out in a rain like that; it would wash away your sins-”
― Carolina Rain
― Carolina Rain
“Without a plan in your head or a penny in your pocket, you best have a prayer in your heart-”
― Quotes and Poems in Black and White
― Quotes and Poems in Black and White
“God only knows what the doctor gave her. However,the medication has run out and she now must face the reality on her on accord.”
― Beyond Sandy Ridge
― Beyond Sandy Ridge
“You have proven to be a true ‘Steel Magnolia, strong as steel with your roots planted deep in the southern soil. Remember to always bend with the wind. Although time may weather you, you will always be my beautiful Magnolia.”
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“Love: Do not try to understand love, control it or hold it.
Although love is humble, it is strong and suffers all,
And if it be true, it will always find its way.”
― Quotes and Poems in Black and White
Although love is humble, it is strong and suffers all,
And if it be true, it will always find its way.”
― Quotes and Poems in Black and White
“Her blue eyes are full of tears, but she is smiling. Her expression is as bright as a newborn Christian.} one my favorite lines from Beyond Sandy Ridge.”
― Beyond Sandy Ridge
― Beyond Sandy Ridge
“Emotional people always make difficulties for themselves”
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“Have you forgotten me?
by Nancy B. Brewer
The bricks I laid or the stitches I sewed.
I was the one that made the quilt; a drop of blood still shows from my needle prick.
Your wedding day in lace and satin, in a dress once worn by me.
I loaned your newborn baby my christening gown, a hint of lavender still preserved.
Do you know our cause, the battles we won and the battles we lost?
When our soldiers marched home did you shout hooray!
Or shed a tear for the fallen sons.
What of the fields we plowed, the cotton, the tobacco and the okra, too.
There was always room at my table for one more,
Fried chicken, apple pie, biscuits and sweet ice tea.
A time or two you may have heard our stories politely told.
Some of us are famous, recorded on the pages of history.
Still, most of us left this world without glory or acknowledgment.
We were the first to walk the streets you now call home,
Perhaps you have visited my grave and flowers left,
but did you hear me cry out to you?
Listen, my child, to the voices of your ancestors.
Take pride in our accomplishments; find your strength in our suffering.
For WE are not just voices in the wind, WE are a living part of YOU!”
― Beyond Sandy Ridge
by Nancy B. Brewer
The bricks I laid or the stitches I sewed.
I was the one that made the quilt; a drop of blood still shows from my needle prick.
Your wedding day in lace and satin, in a dress once worn by me.
I loaned your newborn baby my christening gown, a hint of lavender still preserved.
Do you know our cause, the battles we won and the battles we lost?
When our soldiers marched home did you shout hooray!
Or shed a tear for the fallen sons.
What of the fields we plowed, the cotton, the tobacco and the okra, too.
There was always room at my table for one more,
Fried chicken, apple pie, biscuits and sweet ice tea.
A time or two you may have heard our stories politely told.
Some of us are famous, recorded on the pages of history.
Still, most of us left this world without glory or acknowledgment.
We were the first to walk the streets you now call home,
Perhaps you have visited my grave and flowers left,
but did you hear me cry out to you?
Listen, my child, to the voices of your ancestors.
Take pride in our accomplishments; find your strength in our suffering.
For WE are not just voices in the wind, WE are a living part of YOU!”
― Beyond Sandy Ridge
“Any woman looks innocent in a white veil”
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“The rose that grows in grace will blossom into beauty”
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“Like a sparrow in its flitting, like a swallow in its flying, a curse that is causeless does not alight.”
― Garnet
― Garnet
“Hollering at the top of his voice, a little boy walks by a cranky old man. "Boy, why are you a hollering as I walk by?" The little boy replies, "Old man, why are you walking by when I am a hollering.”
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“The mind builds its own home-”
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“The children we birth do not belong to us. They belong to God. We are simply the vessel for which they arrive on this earth. We are appointed to care and guide them, however we must recognize when the time comes for them to govern their own lives.”
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“We Southerners are a strong lot. Like our ancestors before us, we will survive. I will never lose faith. I am standing on the promise that tomorrow will be a better day.”
― Beyond Sandy Ridge
― Beyond Sandy Ridge
“{In the shadows where the ancestors sleep, the bird's song is young, but all else is old. Stillness surrounds me and I breathe softly expecting the unexpected.} from book in progress”
― Carolina Rain
― Carolina Rain
“If I be just a page torn out of a book,
May I sail forever over the oceans blue,
Float over the treetops and the mountains too,
Drift across the valleys and the flowers look,
Until at last, I rest and kiss the morning dew.”
― Beyond Sandy Ridge
May I sail forever over the oceans blue,
Float over the treetops and the mountains too,
Drift across the valleys and the flowers look,
Until at last, I rest and kiss the morning dew.”
― Beyond Sandy Ridge
“The seamstress
With fingers weary and worn,
And eyelids heavy and red,
Long after the house sleeps,
Still in her chair she sits.
Her needle flickering, in-out,
Daylight nears and the fire burns low,
Alone with her shirt, still she sews.
She, held prisoner by her thread,
Her heads nods, but sleep forbids,
Just one more seam or button two.
Listen brothers, sons and husbands all,
Call it not just cotton, linen or only wool,
Count each stitch and say a prayer,
For heart and soul that put them there.”
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With fingers weary and worn,
And eyelids heavy and red,
Long after the house sleeps,
Still in her chair she sits.
Her needle flickering, in-out,
Daylight nears and the fire burns low,
Alone with her shirt, still she sews.
She, held prisoner by her thread,
Her heads nods, but sleep forbids,
Just one more seam or button two.
Listen brothers, sons and husbands all,
Call it not just cotton, linen or only wool,
Count each stitch and say a prayer,
For heart and soul that put them there.”
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“My darling,
My day’s sweetest moments are at dawn, for I awake with dreams of you still in my head. As the light touches my lips, I can almost feel yours upon mine. I imagine your footsteps coming up the walk, but today is the same as the day before. It is only fanciful thinking.
As the first beams of morning sunlight dance across my weary shoulders I cry out, “How can you be so cheery and bright with so much sorrow across our land?”
I know I must be strong and face another day, but tears fill my eyes. Suddenly, a white dove lands upon my window sill. Surely this be the omen that peace is near at hand. Just like the breath of the coming Spring, this little dove now brings me new hope. God has heard our prayers and our Southland will flower again.”
― Beyond Sandy Ridge
My day’s sweetest moments are at dawn, for I awake with dreams of you still in my head. As the light touches my lips, I can almost feel yours upon mine. I imagine your footsteps coming up the walk, but today is the same as the day before. It is only fanciful thinking.
As the first beams of morning sunlight dance across my weary shoulders I cry out, “How can you be so cheery and bright with so much sorrow across our land?”
I know I must be strong and face another day, but tears fill my eyes. Suddenly, a white dove lands upon my window sill. Surely this be the omen that peace is near at hand. Just like the breath of the coming Spring, this little dove now brings me new hope. God has heard our prayers and our Southland will flower again.”
― Beyond Sandy Ridge
