Beyond Sandy Ridge Quotes

“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.”
― Nancy B. Brewer, 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.”
― Nancy B. Brewer, Beyond Sandy Ridge

“(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)”
― Nancy B. Brewer, Beyond Sandy Ridge

“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”
― Nancy B. Brewer, Beyond Sandy Ridge

“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.”
― Nancy B. Brewer, Beyond Sandy Ridge

“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!”
― Nancy B. Brewer, Beyond Sandy Ridge

“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.”
― Nancy B. Brewer, Beyond Sandy Ridge

“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.”
― Nancy B. Brewer, Beyond Sandy Ridge

“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.”
― Nancy B. Brewer, Beyond Sandy Ridge

“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.”
― Nancy B. Brewer, Beyond Sandy Ridge

“Ain’t nothing too serious. Even death is a joke on the old devil, if we are living for the Lord.”
― Nancy B. Brewer, Beyond Sandy Ridge

“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”
― Nancy B. Brewer, Beyond Sandy Ridge

“I recall the words, the faces, the stale perfume and the pungent odor that filled the room..”
― Nancy B. Brewer, Beyond Sandy Ridge

“I wonder if it is possible to escape the clinches of despair; or would despair become the hunter and reclaim me as its prisoner.”
― Nancy B. Brewer, Beyond Sandy Ridge

“Today’s breakfast consist of rice and a piece of bread fried in a bit of salt pork grease. At least I have my memories of grand banquets and fine foods, but this is all the children have ever known. I suppose it is best not to have anything to compare.”
― Nancy B. Brewer, Beyond Sandy Ridge

“Even death is a joke on the old devil, if we are living for the Lord.”
― Nancy B. Brewer, Beyond Sandy Ridge

“The real Sallie has returned and her portrayal of Mother has disappeared”
― Nancy B. Brewer, Beyond Sandy Ridge

“Her voice is as soft as a bubbling brook and there is an undeniable holiness surrounding her.”
― Nancy B. Brewer, Beyond Sandy Ridge

“Just yesterday I stood at the window and watched him run across the field like a young deer. He is thin and agile. I think he will be forever young. He cannot be enticed by money or worldly goods; he desires nothing.”
― Nancy B. Brewer, Beyond Sandy Ridge

“Desperate and lonely, I was determined to find solace in the arms of another”
― Nancy B. Brewer, Beyond Sandy Ridge

“Now here I am, living in the land of tall pine trees and red dirt hills”
― Nancy B. Brewer, Beyond Sandy Ridge

“Of course in 1860, I had heard the political talk.”
― Nancy B. Brewer, Beyond Sandy Ridge