Grant Davis is laid to rest in a small family cemetery near Brownwood (southwest of Madison) in Morgan County . . . and on his tomb is inscribed the following . . .
A righteous man is here inter'd.
Whose faith in all his works appear'd.
A husband and a father dear.
Belov'd by all who knew him here.
Redeem'd by Christ, among the just.
Exactly thirty years later . . . and exactly one hundred fifty years ago today . . . Sherman is notifying his army that soon they will be leaving Atlanta to make a "March to the Sea" . . . beginning in mid-November, this military action will continue until Sherman's troops have cut a swath of destruction across Georgia and beyond . . .
The Josephine mentioned above was born and raised in Morgan County, Georgia . . . which is located just a short distance east of Atlanta . . . and directly in Sherman's path . . . although she was already living in Texas by the time of the war between the states, Josephine had many kith and kin still living in the Morgan County area when Sherman began this trek . . . including her own paternal grandma, Nancy S. Tate Davis nee Anthony (1783-1871) . . .
Regarding this land of my ancestors . . . according to a book by Louise McHenry Hicky . . . entitled Rambles through Morgan County, Georgia . . .
While these were trouble filled times, [most of] Madison was spared from the ravages of Sherman's raid, because of an act of Representative Joshua Hill, later distinguished U.S. Senator, who resided here. Riding out from Madison, in quest of a wounded son, he made a point of meeting Sherman on the way to plead with him to spare the town. He had known Sherman in Washington, and due to the fact that he was one of the few southern congressmen who did not believe in secession, his plea had weight with the General, and [most of] Madison was bypassed. . . .
The closing chapter of this same book says that . . .
The world is still beautiful,
filled with wonders;
the sky is blue,
the flowers still bloom,
and birds warble in the magnolia trees. . . .
There was a time when peace reigned
and life was leisurely,
Then came a war between the States,
when all this beautiful living
was gone with the wind. . . .
This is a time for remembering. . . .
This blogpost was researched and prepared specifically for The Sixth Annual Great Genealogy Poetry Challenge over at cousin Bill's blog which is known as . . . West in New England . . .
Another vanished tradition, the poetic epitaph.
Thanks for three great submissions to the Challenge!
Click HERE for a list of the participants in the 2014 Great Genealogy Poetry Challenge.
Thanks for doing this again, cousin Bill . . . always enjoy the challenge!
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