Superbly Superstitious

Now here is a real family secret.  I’m not sure my mother would like it if she knew I was telling on her, but I have to admit, I’m passing the same wisdom to my daughter.

Shhh.. don’t tell anyone… but my mom was very superstitious and so am I !

Below, please find the gospel of Joan.  Feel free to add your own wisdom by clicking here and hitting the comment button!

• If your palms itch, you’re about to get money
• If you nose itches, you’re about to get company
• If you head itches, you need a tar shampoo
• It’s bad  luck to walk on a grave in a cemetery
• It’s bad  luck to walk under a ladder
• The person who gets the long side of the wishbone has a wish come true
• Always go out of the same door you entered it’s bad luck to go out another door
• If you spill salt while cooking, toss a little more over your shoulder and say a quick prayer
• Death always comes in threes
• Tragedies always come in threes
• If someone is sick in the house and you hear a knock on the wall it means they will die
• A willow tree in your front yard causes you to be depressed, but a willow tree in your backyard collects all of the bad feelings

How about passing along a few of your own!

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Civil War History of Rufus Rowland

Once again – Happy Friday!

I don’t know what it’s like where you’re sitting right now, but I believe this is the hottest day of the year so far!

I have the pleasure of a visiting cousin in my house, Richard Ford’s delightful eleven year old daughter Aerin.  Aerin and Paige look like they’ve melted.  As soon as it gets cooler – I’m going to toss them into the bay to swim with the crabs.  The water in the bay is so hot right now – the crabs are cooking themselves.

Lately, I’ve been corresponding with another blogger, Tipper Pressley.  She runs a web site and blog called: The Blind Pig and the Acorn.  It’s a wonderful site about life in Appalachia.  We’ve been writing about our ancestors who fought in the Civil War- some Yankee, most Confederate.   I have a passion for Civil War Research.  I could care less about the battles and who won them, I’m more interested in the men who fought and the women who tried to keep the home front together while they were away.

If anyone has an interesting Civil War story about our family, please email me the details and I’ll put together a profile like the one I’m about to post below.  My email is la.stone@md.metrocast.net.

You might ask… Who is Rufus Rowland and how is he related to us!  I haven’t mentioned Ole Kenzie for a while, in fact I believe the last post about his was another Friday Update back in June, to read that post click here!  Old Kenzie had a brother named James.  James two sons who fought in the Civil War, Rufus and Kinzie.   Kinzie was mentioned in the last message, Rufus hasn’t been talked about very much.

The wife of Rufus, Lynea Hale was a midwife who apparently assisted in almost every birth in the Narrow’s area of Giles County for many years.  The Giles Historic Society believes that Rowland street , right in the center of town, was named after her – not her husband the war hero!  So posted below is the history of our Uncle or Cousin Rufus F. Rowland.

I’m also looking for information on some other Rowland’s from Mercer County.  Jonathan Jackson Rowland – son of James, brother to Kinzie and Rufus.  He married Sally Gott.  I can’t find a record of his death.   James Rowland, died or disappeared around 1859, son of Old Kenzie Rowland and Esther Locke French.   If you know anything about them please drop me a line! la.stone@md.metrocast.net.

To view the Civil War Records, right from National Archives follow this link to Rufus and Kinzie Rowland Documents.

Civil War History – Rufus F. Rowland Confederate States of America (CSA )1st Lieutenant 24th Virginia Infantry Company G. Company G. was formed by the citizens of Mercer County,Virginia

Researched and Written by Laurie Stone –   April 14, 2011

Rufus Rowland enlisted in Company G of the 24th Virginia Infantry during early June of 1861. Company G was formed by a group of men from Mercer County, Virginia (It became West Virginia during 1863). The men gathered in Princeton, and were mustered in at Lynchburg, becoming part of the Army of Northern Virginia. The 24th was under the command of the very colorful Jubal Early who later became the Brigade commander.  Once Early was promoted, the 24th was placed in Kemper’s Brigade, under the direct leadership of Col. William R. Terry. Rufus started his tour of duty as a private and the company quickly entered the front lines on July 1861 at the First Battle of Manassas. In May 1862, the 24th “fought with distinction” during the Battle of Williamsburg. Company G was singled out for particular acts of bravery in action.  During the battle Rufus received a serious wound to his leg.  This almost ended his service, he was even paroled at one point (National Archives), but instead chose to take a two month furlough at home to recover.

He did recover, and was promoted to Sergeant when he returned (National Archives).  His return to duty left very little additional downtime.  During the second half of 1862, the 24th participated in the following battles: Frayser’s Farm, Malvern Hill, the “Seven Days”, Second Manassas, South Mountain, Sharpsburg and Fredericksburg.  The 24th had taken such a hard causality hit, that it was reduced to only 100 men by the end of the year.  They spent the winter on “light” duty in Southeast Virginia while recruitment and realignment efforts were being conducted on their behalf.In the late spring of 1863, the 24th began their journey to Berryville to receive fresh supplies then joined forces with the Army of Northern Virginia heading north towards Gettysburg.

In July of 1863, the 24th Va along with the 1st, 3rd, 7th and 10th were assigned as follows: CSA – Army of Northern Virginia – Longstreet’s Corp -Pickett’s Division -Kemper’s Brigade.

Pickett's Charge

On July 3, 1863, around 1:30 PM during the hottest part of the day, the 24th VA formed the right line of Kemper’s Flank along Seminary Ridge.  The Union was across the field at Cemetery Ridge. The far right side of the flank was the most exposed of all Confederate positions and also left the 24th and the 11th Infantry within firing range of a building, located on the far right side of the flank, occupied by the 11th and 13th regiments from Vermont.  The men moved at “route step” or 110 steps per minute towards the Union line. (Gottfried) The Union army had taken a defensive position on Cemetery Ridge, which is little more than a rise but it was protected by a stone wall.  When the 24th was about half way across the field, they came under intense fire from the Union line and the 24th was also taking fire from the 11th and 13th of Vermont to their right, but they kept advancing.  Pickett’s line was able to reach Cemetery Ridge and break the Union line.

While scholars are very critical of the decisions made by the Regiment commanders for this action, the same scholars who study the Confederate side of the war consider Pickett’s charge to be one of the most heroic and glorious encounters of the battle.

This engagement came with a very high cost for the 24th of Virginia. On the morning of July 3, 1863 there were 395 men attached to the 24th, by the end of the day there were only 165 who were able to return to General Lee’s headquarters at Seminary Hill. The majority were dead, left seriously wounded on the battlefield or taken prisoner.

Such was the fate of Rufus Rowland.  He was seriously wounded by a gun shot to his left leg.  Rufus was taken prisoner at the battlefield on July 3. Official records (National Archives) show he didn’t receive treatment for his wound at an official hospital until July 25.  On July 31, 1863, while still a prisoner, Rufus was sent to Baltimore and received treatment at U.S.A. General Hospital, West Building (National Archives).  Rufus Rowland was paroled on August 24 and delivered , most likely by boat, to Confederate troops during a prisoner exchange at City Point on August 25. He was readmitted to General Hospital in Petersburg, Virginia, under Confederate control.

Rufus, for the second time in his civil war career, was given a 50 day furlough to recover from his wounds. At some point, the wound resulted in the amputation of his left leg below the knee.  The date of the amputation isn’t documented, however a document found in records at the Library of Virginia states that Rufus was permanently disabled by the amputation for the wound he received at Gettysburg.  He requested compensation in the form of a prosthesis or payment.  Rufus received $30.00 as a settlement from the United States Government.

Regardless of when the amputation occurred, it appears that Rufus was unfit for duty until April 30, 1864 when he rejoined his company in Greenville, North Carolina. Still recovering from wounds, he was immediately engaged in battle upon his return. On May 2, 1864 the men from company G began their march north towards Virginia, stopping for two days beginning May 4th to participate in a skirmish with Union troops in New Berne, North Carolina.  From North Carolina, the regiment was able to catch the train to Petersburg however; they were not given any time for respite.  By May 16th, this unit participated in the Battle of Drewey’s Bluff, a Confederate Victory and sorely needed morale booster.  Kemper’s Brigade was able to capture the flag of the Union forces, most likely Rufus was part of the parade of soldiers from the 24th who marched through Richmond on May 17th, displaying the colors of the captured Union Flag (Southern Historical Society).  The 24th spent the rest of the war camped in trenches of Petersburg, mostly near Dunn’s House.Dunn’s House”

Dunn's House

During this time, Rufus was unanimously elected by his company and commanding officers to the position of 2nd Lieutenant (National Archives).  The siege and trench war fare in Petersburg lasted over ten months.

Rufus was once again given a field promotion to 1st Lieutenant on August 10, 1864.  The Fall and Winter of 1864-1865 saw the 24th still engaged in trench warfare however; the Union forces were growing stronger and the Confederate army continued to lose ground to the east and were pushed further south and west.  This unit fought its final battle at Five Forks, where most of the few remaining members were captured or killed and others just deserted.

Rufus Rowland, who was possibly one-legged at the time, was one of only 23 members of the 24th Virginia Infantry who surrendered at Appomattox on April 9, 1865.  He was twenty-six years old.  Rufus Rowland and his wife, Lynea raised their family in Giles County Virginia and still have descendents in the area.

Sources:

• Gottfried, Bradley M., Brigades of Gettysburg: the Union and Confederate brigades at the Battle of Gettysburg
• Library of Virginia.  Digital Collection. Title: Confederate Disability Applications and Receipts. Online: http://www.lva.virginia.gov.
• Southern Historical Society Papers.  Volume 37, page 180-181
• The National Archives – Publication Title: Compiled Service Records of Confederate Soldiers Who Served in Organizations from the State of Virginia .  Online database in partnership with http://www.footnote.com.

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Housekeeping Update – Help Wanted

This is a short and quick posting to update you on the progress of the web site.

Let me first start by introducing David Caperton as one of our administrators.  David will soon be posting stories and memories of his own and helping to get the site fresh and organized.  I’ll let him write is own introduction note to all of you that will be posted under the category “Introduce yourself”.

There is a question in this message and I am going to ask each of you to please respond to it so I know that you’re really reading these postings!

If anyone else would like to have author or contributor privileges, please let me know. (la.stone@md.metrocast.net).  This will allow you to create your own postings that will be sent out to the subscribers email boxes.  Right now, everyone has the ability to comment on the postings, but you all seem to be really shy!

If you have comments regarding the web site or suggestions for improvement and would like to email me privatly please do so.

The story posted earlier today touched on some of the more troublesome parts of our family history.   If you didn’t get a chance to read it and comment – Click Here ____

We currently have 20 subscribers, however until last week I was sending email messages with the postings to about 25 additional members of our family.  It was becoming very confusing to keep up with who had subscribed and who hadn’t.  I am now only sending out the postings.  Here is where I need your help!

Please forward the messages you receive to your family members young and old and ask them to subscribe.  As you see, there is no fee and there hasn’t been any “spam” that I’ve seen.  If you ever get unsolicited mail from wordpress, please let me know.  I pay a premium for the site to prevent that from occurring.

I ran across an interesting photograph on ancestory.com for Uncle Allan – Because of this photograph, I’m going to ask each of you to respond to this message and give a name to the hairstyle – a hairstyle like that HAS to have it’s own name.

On the same note – does anyone know what became of Aunt Allie after Uncle Allan passed away? She’s never mentioned again in Julia’s story and I haven’t run across her name on any future census records.

Allen Thompson Caperton

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here are my other needs:

• Technical Help – Is there a techie in your family who can teach me the best way to organize the photos and documents and help figure out what the best GEDCOM program would be to place on the site so we can put up our own family trees?
• Authors – Just occasionally! No one cares how well you type or spell.  There’s a spell checker for that.
• Family recipes The day we posted Grandma Javy’s cake recipes gave us more visitors than any other day since we started the site.
• Photographs – scanned in or mailed
• Video Files – Yes, we have the ability to post short You Tube type videos!
• Comments – Please add your two cents! Don’t be shy!

That’s all for now – please don’t forget to name the hairstyle!

With Love,

Laurie

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The Unmentionables – How much history is swept under the carpet?

Lynched Negro May be Innocent of Crime!

The stories whispered to us in private…history is what it is…

Until now, I’ve posted stories that are mostly nostalgic, sometimes sad or possibly funny.  But there is another side of our history, and after consulting with several relatives from all branches of  the family, I decided, with their blessing, to just put it out here.

Fortunately for us, our family is now multi racial, well educated and enlightened.  I can truthfully say that in the past twenty years, I haven’t heard a prejudiced or derogatory word come out of the mouths of anyone from my extended family.  Indeed, I find our recent generations as a whole, very accepting of our diverse lifestyles and life choices.

One thing that I’ve noticed about the cousins in my generation is that we share the common trait of being open minded, inquisitive and possess the wonderful ability to think freely.  I believe we can thank our parents and grandparents for endowing us with these qualities.

Ironically, the generations that came before us were also multi racial!  They just didn’t know it or always fess up to it.  The Landreth family had strong ties to the Melungeon community of Appalachia.  As we have learned, by reading Julia’s story, the Caperton’s also have that unique distinction –  there is Indian blood in there somewhere – I just haven’t been able to figure out which of our ancestors it came from.  At one point, I thought the research completed about my father’s lineage was well documented and accurate as far back as 1800.  Boy, was I thrown for a loop when I ran across the birth certificate of his grandfather, Samuel Landreth, that not only showed that his grandmother was unmarried it also showed that Samuel’s father was simply named “Cherokee Indian”.  The family went to great links to hide that fact, census reports usually don’t mention Samuel and when they do he is listed as the sister of Emily (his mother).  Not only did it give me a wonderful surprise, but it also caused a lot of new work trying to rewrite my Landreth family lineage!

When my grandmother Landreth, who always spoke in hyperbole, was mad at his side of the family, she would whisper under her breath something about “Them ole Me-Lun-Injuns”. That was the only reference I remember hearing as a child, and I had no idea what it meant! My assumption was that she was talking about coal minors.

When reading Julia’s story, there is a page that is a bit out of sequence and out of context with the rest of the document.  It is a story, told to Gertrude by her father Mark Ratliff. The story written below, seemed very similar to a story told to me by my father about a lynching witnessed by his father, Elmer.  They two stories had so many similarities that it encouraged me to conduct some research of my own.  I believe the lynching of Robert Johnson is the one described in both of these family stories.  This tragic event happened in 1912 -beginning in Bluefield – where Elmer lived and ending in Princeton – near the home of Mark and Julia.  This lynching is well documented with research.  Links to some
of the research and newspaper articles can be found at the end of this message.

Elmer Landreth’s version of the Lynching – told to me by my father Bill Landreth:

When Elmer was a very young man, he was talked into joining the local branch of the KKK by his mates.  He didn’t think a lot about it, they mostly had large meetings and did a lot of yelling and shouting.  The gatherings also provided an outlet for the “youngsters” to drink a little mountain dew and feel like one of the men.  Elmer never saw any violence until one afternoon his mates pounded on his door and told him to hurry along, there had been a white girl raped, a colored man had done it and was getting away.  The men and boys of the coal mining region piled into some kind of vehicle or vehicles, belonging to the mine operators and proceeded to travel from Welch to Bluefield.

When they arrived in Bluefield, an angry and frenzied crowd filled the streets. Word got around that the prisoner was headed to the court house in Princeton, so the mob – including Elmer and his mates – followed the train to Princeton.  When they arrived, there was already an even larger mob forming.  Elmer stayed for the entire event.  He described seeing a black man dragged through the streets getting pounded by rocks along the way.  This upset him so much he remembered it for the rest of his life and brought it up frequently.  Elmer never attended another KKK meeting, and my father and his sister told me the only time in their lives they remembered getting a whipping from their father as children, was when they referred to someone by using the N word.

Mark Ratliff’s version of the lynching –written by Gertrude and Ruth:

(This paragraph follows a part in the story where Gertrude and Ruth are telling of the time Mark and Julia lived in Princeton.)

Mark joined in the activities of the town, he took part in everything.  He was in the parades and other meetings of the town.  Mark joined a lodge and belonged to the union at the shops.  He was a leader and didn’t like to follow, he wanted to be right in the front line of things.

There was one gathering he was in, but this time he wasn’t the leader, he was only following the crowd.  This was a mob that had gathered.  A young couple in town had just been married for a few days.  One late afternoon they went out strolling around, enjoying the cool air and sounds of the evening.  Suddenly, from out of no where it seemed, a negro man jumped out.  He knocked the young man out, took the young bride away and raped her.  The people of the town were very mad, so they gathered.  They caught a young negro man hiding, they were certain he was the right one.  The young woman identified the negro as the one.

That was all they needed, they didn’t wait for a trial, they didn’t give the young negro man a chance. The angry mob gathered, they took the colored man, dragged him through the streets, the mob was like wild animals.
They tore the man’s clothes from him, strung him up to a light pole,  The mob beat him, shot him, threw knives and rocks at him and spat on him.

Mark did not help them, but he followed the crowd and saw all of it.  He brought home a piece of the rope that was used.  It was later believed that this young woman had lied about this young negro, but it was never proven

Headline from The Farmer's Advocate, September 12, 1912

The Journal of West  Virginia’s History Version of the Lynching

West Virginia History

The Lynching of Robert Johnson is probably the most tragic in the state’s history of racial violence. Johnson was charged with attempted rape of a young white girl in Princeton; however, he declared his innocence, gave an alibi, and proved every statement he made.  Taken to Bluefield after his arrest, Johnson faced his accuser who failed to identify him as her
assailant.  The police then removed Johnson, stripped him of his clothes and dressed him according to the girl’s original description.  When the police took Johnson before the girl again, she screamed in horror, declaring Johnson initially, but also declared Johnson to be the assailant upon the second presentation.

Despite protest of his innocence, a lynch mob sought to force Robert Johnson from his cell.  When the move entered the jail, they discovered that a deputy had removed him for safe keeping and was headed for the Virginia Railway.  The angry mob eventually received reports of Johnson’s whereabouts and proceeded to overpower the deputy and capture Johnson.  They met an even larger mob upon their return to Princeton along with officers of the law.  The officers, despite much protest, convinced the mob to turn Robert Johnson over
to them.  Recognizing their inability to assure Johnson’s safety, the sheriff deputized an additional eighteen volunteers to guard the prisoner; unfortunately, for Johnson, the volunteers
came from the lynch mob itself.  Not long after the new deputies took their posts, another lynch mob removed Johnson from his cell.  Wasting little time the mob, led by the father of the young girl, hanged Johnson and riddled his body with
bullets.

This story is also the subject of a book written by Kathy Hartwell, Titled: This Child of Mine.   The book is fiction, but the core of the story is based around this event.

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The Day the Relatives Came

Happy Sunday!

This week, I believe my theme is going to be “strength”.  I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the strength and resilience our ancestors had during some very difficult times.  Life in the 19th and early 20th century was one of hardships, hard work, and many times heart break.  But it was also about hope, respect, building foundations, creating friendships from unlikely sources and understanding the deep love, pride and esteem our ancestors held for their neighbors and  families, fortunately passing these qualities to most of us.

This posting is going to come out in two parts.  The first is about living in the present and passing the qualities previously mentioned along to our next generation, while providing them with opportunities to create their own family memories.

The post that will follow this one is about strength and character.  It will be the next chapter of Julia Caperton’s history.  Hopefully, as this story (Julia’s story) continues to unfold,  it will give all of you some insight and help you understand where you got some of the strength that is prevalent in our family.

The Day the Relatives Came         

When it comes to families who have preserved our values, heritage and character, I believe the best example that I know of is from the Shirley and Dale Ford family.

Allison and I were fortunate to grow up with the Ford family.  When we were children growing up in suburban D.C., they lived just over the “bridge” in Maryland.  My mother Joan, and Dale were first cousins and grew up together in Speedway.  My mother and Shirley were college friends who became lifelong friends, and I believe my mother introduced Shirley to Dale.    Our families remained close and frequently visited and travelled together.

As we got older and began moving around the country, getting involved in our own complicated lives, somehow Shirley and Dale would pull us all together and make us remember the importance of gathering as a family, usually by having a large event at their beautiful home.

When my father had life changing complications after a major surgery, it was Dale that I turned to.  During my mother’s final days, it was Shirley who came to sit by her bedside to talk and provide her with comfort.  Shirley and Dale appear to have achieved the perfect balance of living in the present, planning for the future while respecting and honoring their roots and past.

I believe I’ve mentioned several times that my favorite childhood memories usually involve hanging out with our many cousins, maybe searching for jar flies in July or just sitting on a porch somewhere trying to see if we could make a porch swing do a 360.  We would always place the youngest available cousin at the front door to act as a lookout for the grown-ups.  In an extended family as large as ours  – finding a cousin in West Virginia to play with wasn’t hard at all.

However; I live in a quiet little section of Southern Maryland near the Chesapeake.  While we love sitting on the dock watching the herons, osprey and sunsets as a family, my daughter Paige doesn’t usually get the experience of having a bunch of cousins to push off the pier and torment.  Sure – she has plenty of friends – but there is something different and special about a cousin.  You don’t always know or even care how you’re related, you just know somehow you’re connected and even as a child, it gives you a feeling that you belong somewhere.

Boy! Did that change for Paige this week.  Shirley and Dale bravely made the two and a half hour trip down to our little Bay on Thursday to spend a couple of days at the Stone house.  I say bravely, because you must really love your grandkids if you’re willing to sit with four of them in a crowded car – on one of the hottest days of the year – suffering the traffic jams of Suburban Washington D.C. – while listening to the chorus of city kids chanting  – Are We There Yet?

But here they came.  The Stone House, was instantly converted into The Stone Camp.  We had a wonderful time, Paige got to meet her cousins – the children of Richard and Camden Ford.  We spent two wonderful days playing around in our little boats and searching for Shark’s teeth along the Chesapeake.  They were having so much fun I didn’t have the heart to tell them the rocks that were bumping into their legs were really our famous Chesapeake Bay blue crabs trying to swim out of the way.

Camden’s fearless and curious daughter found out the hard way when she tried to pick up one of the rocks.  The little critter gave her a souvenir to proudly wear home on her finger, albeit one that is covered up with a band-aid.  Richard’s son discovered that swimming in brackish river and bay water filled with little fish and unknown dangers is a bit different than the crisp, chlorinated city swimming pools!

The thing is – they all discovered something different – but they discovered it together.

What a great bonding experience for these young cousins- I can tell you for a fact – there was a lot of giggling going on here late Thursday night.  Now my house seems too quiet!

With Love,

Laurie

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The Family Attic

As a child, the memories I have of driving to West Virginia during the summer in the back seat of my dad’s old blue Chevrolet are not on my top ten list of happy childhood memories.   Mom had to draw a line with masking tape right in the middle of the back seat.  Allison had to stay on her side, I had to stay on mine.  Of course, Allison ALWAYS put a foot or an arm on my side – just to get a reaction out of me.  I believe I was an angel and respected her space, I can’t imagine doing otherwise.

Our legs would stick to the melting vinyl and I remember the feeling of the stomach drop once we entered the rolling hills around Roanoke.  My parents liked to take the scenic drive on state route 11  instead of using the highway, requiring us to use the special paper bags placed on each side of the masking tape line.  At the age of eight, the ride seemed like an eternity.

As we entered Blacksburg the entire mood in the car changed.  Even as children we knew we were less than an hour away from some of the best food ever made in the country.  If we were going to Grandma Landreth’s house, there was going to be a big pot of brown beans and fresh corn bread.  She would also have a pot of chicken and dumplings ready, because she knew it was my favorite.  If we were going to Na-Naw and Grandpa Joe’s house there was going to be fried chicken, homemade coleslaw and a freshly baked cake waiting for us.  It didn’t matter if we arrived at 4pm or midnight.  The spread would be out and we would gobble up our food while our grandparents marveled over how much we had grown since the last visit.

Now – if we were going straight to a reunion or large gathering of any kind, Allison and I would become so excited as we anticipated what would be on the desert table.

Here on this page called Granny’s Kitchen it would be great if we could place some of these recipes online to share before they’re forgotten.  I have a whole folder full of handwritten recipes from my mother, grandmothers and various aunts.  But I have one handwritten recipe that is very special.  This was sent to my mother from Virginia Jo Rowland Scott, who has the original hand written papers.  It’s a copy, in Java’s handwriting of her cake recipes.  The scan is difficult to read, so I will also put a typed out version online.

If you would like to send or request a special recipe please use the comment box located at the bottom of the page.  If you have a handwritten recipe or just a document of recipes on your computer you can email them to me at la.stone@md.metrocast.net , and I will place them online for you.

To view and print these recipes and others to follow, please click on this link:

http://prideofwestvirginia.org/family-attic/grannys-kitchen/

 

I also placed some fresh photographs and documents I’ve scanned regarding the Rowland, Caperton and Ratliff families online.   There are many more to come, but just not enough hours in the day to get them all up!

You can view these files by clicking on this link:

http://prideofwestvirginia.org/photographs/

Have a wonderful weekend and always

With Love,

Laurie

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