Maud E. Morrow
Recollections of the Civil War
Paperback
(Forgotten Books Jan. 31, 2018)
Excerpt from Recollections of the Civil War
When one writes a book, a preface is in order. Mine shall be by way of explanation. The only apology I have to offer for writing this little per sonal prounoun I story is the very simple one that it is true. It has been said that we never talk so well as when talking of ourselves. Be that as it may, in telling my own story, I can tell it only in the first person. It is a story that is very dear to me, probably much more so than it will ever be to anyone else. In writing it I have lived it all over, and it has been so real to me that I have seemed to be again within hospital walls, peopled by those whom I have called up from the shadows of the past. In fancy, my mother, whose name is interwoven as a golden thread throughout the fab ric of the story, has been with me, and I have al most felt the touch of a vanished hand and heard the sound of a voice that is still. Page after page has been written beneath her picture on the wall, and as I have lifted my tear-blinded eyes with yearning gaze to her sweet face, the brown eyes. Have looked lovingly down upon me as though smiling approval upon my work. Oh, that I had undertaken it while she was yet with me!
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
When one writes a book, a preface is in order. Mine shall be by way of explanation. The only apology I have to offer for writing this little per sonal prounoun I story is the very simple one that it is true. It has been said that we never talk so well as when talking of ourselves. Be that as it may, in telling my own story, I can tell it only in the first person. It is a story that is very dear to me, probably much more so than it will ever be to anyone else. In writing it I have lived it all over, and it has been so real to me that I have seemed to be again within hospital walls, peopled by those whom I have called up from the shadows of the past. In fancy, my mother, whose name is interwoven as a golden thread throughout the fab ric of the story, has been with me, and I have al most felt the touch of a vanished hand and heard the sound of a voice that is still. Page after page has been written beneath her picture on the wall, and as I have lifted my tear-blinded eyes with yearning gaze to her sweet face, the brown eyes. Have looked lovingly down upon me as though smiling approval upon my work. Oh, that I had undertaken it while she was yet with me!
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
- ISBN
- 1334141479 / 9781334141478
- Pages
- 66
- Weight
- 3.53 oz.
- Dimensions
- 5.98 x 0.14 in.