Home, Where the Wild Roses Grow
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Still standing on the porch in my dreams, I turned looking toward the front of the yard. "That’s where the wild roses grew," I said out loud. I’d forgotten about the wild roses. Down from Momma’s garden you could find them on a little terrace from the main yard. I could see their tiny buds and beautiful petals, which opened quickly--showing mauves, and deep, deep pinks--and they were still there--surviving all these years. The fire that burned the house had not reached them. I never knew why they were there in that certain place. They just grew wild--no one planted them. They were there for us to enjoy, I know now. "If there’s going to be a baptizin’ this Sunday, then that means only one thing. A picnic on the banks of Willoby’s Pond Creek for everyone before the baptizing. That’s just two days away, John. I’ll have to get busy and make a cake and bake some pies. And John, come Saturday morning you can kill old Spurs (Spurs was our old red rooster). He’s been floggin’ everybody lately, so it’s time for him to go. We’ll have chicken and dumplings, that’s for sure."
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Home, Where the Wild Roses Grow
Take a journey with Jane to a house and time that doesn’t exist any more, only in her memory.
The journey is sad, enlightening, funny, revealing, and poignant.
The scene takes place in the present and in the 1940s, but first you must go back to the 1800s to glimpse how life was then.
About the Author
Margaret is a native of Charleston, West Virginia. She graduated from Stonewall Jackson High School (the Generals) and attended Capitol City Business School. In 1953 she and her husband, Bob, moved to Northwest Florida, where they still live. They are parents to five living children, ten grandchildren, and one great granddaughter. Margaret has written one other book (Come, Full Circle), which contains six short stories, three humorous and three serious, depicting the Depression and World War II, with other characters from the humorous side you come to love. The author is a member of First Baptist Church of Milton, Florida and the Martha Sunday School Class. She is also a member of the Garden Club, Daughters of the American Revolution, and the United Daughters of the Confederacy (two great grandfathers served on opposite sides in the war between the states). Besides writing, she loves to read, sew (occasionally), and listen to music of the 1940s and 1950s.