A blog by Celia Jolley, a daily devotion with scripture of the day applied to a woman's life, with quotes, poetry, and stories about savoring the beauty of life, family, and how to worship the Lord. Occasional original short stories sneak in now and then, just for fun fiction.
Monday, August 12, 2013
Since I wrote my book about the Cherokees, "Nest," I have discovered more family who were there at that time and place in the late 1700's. This is also the same setting that the Methodists held a camp meeting that I mentioned again in my blog recently. One of the family was even killed by Indians when he became separated from my great-great-great-great grandfather as they were searching for the horses and cattle which they thought had wondered off in the cane brush. As if leaving a warning, the Cherokee attacker left the tomahawk he used to kill with tucked under the poor man's saddle. This tomahawk was handed down through the family until a house fire destroyed it after almost 200 years. The father's Bible has survived and is in a museum. If your house was on fire, would you grab the tomahawk or the family Bible to save, one a weapon of destruction, the other a means of salvation? I hope the poor man who lost his scalp had been saved at the camp meeting.