History: After the Civil War Captain John Milton Odell built this mansion which stands on the corner of Buffalo and Union Street in Concord, NC. Odell was known as the “Master Mill Man” and owned and operated several cotton mills after the Civil War. He was remembered as a good businessman, a gentleman and a kind employer. He is one of the historical people who come to life in my book, “Lizzie After the War.”
For the last several years the present owners of the Odell house have turned the home into a haunted house that even Hollywood could not rival. The theatrical wonderland includes to name a few: witches, ghost, headless figures, caskets, animated figures, and ghostly images dancing in the windows. I counted at least five life-size skeleton horses, pulling carriages hosting their like families. I can’t help but wonder what Captain Odell would think? I hope he was a fan of Halloween.
If you plan to visit, please take note of the large rock that sits inside the fence closest to Buffalo Street. History has it—that Captain Odell hid behind this rock during heavy gun fire during the Civil War. Since he believed the rock had saved his life he had it moved and placed in his front yard.
(click on arrow for the reading by author: Nancy B. Brewer)
American Woman
~Nancy B. Brewer
The same rain that falls on my part of the world falls on other lands. The same sunshine that shines through my window lights the home of others across the globe.
I am an American Woman. I am free to worship as I choose, go to school, chose my profession, own property, and businesses. I make the decision who I marry, and if and when, I decide to have children.
In this year of 2017 there are laws that say I must receive equal pay for equal work. I am free to dress as I please, bear arms, speak my mind, vote, hold political office and serve in the military.
I may drive a car, a truck, motorcycle, boat or even a plane. I can live alone, or travel anywhere I desire without an escort.
That sounds like freedom to me.
Yes, there have been times when I have been treated unfairly because I am a woman. However, there have been many more times that I have been given special considerations because I am a woman.
Sadly there are women and children in America who are hungry and lost. There are those that are treated unfairly, sexually assaulted, beaten and abused.
Do the people of America care? —Yes. Is it against the law in America? —Yes.
On this same planet, where the sun shines and the rain flows there are women not so fortune as their American sisters. They and their children are less than second-class citizens. In those lands the same sun sets, but the sleepers have no dreams.
A young girl does not choose a husband or the number of children she wishes to bear. She is considered property and those things are chosen for her.
Not only is it forbidden for her to expose her body, she must bury her soul and keep her thoughts and ideas to herself.
Women and girls are beaten, stoned, and even beheaded for acts as simple as going shopping alone. They are sold into slavery, as child brides, and many must submit to painful genital mutilations.
Does anyone care?—No. It is the law of their land!
Now I say to the thousands of women in America who are marching across our great nation in protest of our goverment. Which country do you wish to live in?
If you must march, throw down your selfish batons and parade for our sisters that live in endless suffering and bondage, not only here in our country, but across the horizons.
Strive to make this world a better place for all. Pave the roads for future generations to enjoy the humble hand of kindness.
I pray that our generation not be remembered as the destroyers of unity and patriotism.
Look at the examples our children view: Hollywood royalty and music superstars shouting vulgarity and profanity with threats against our president and our country. Are they above the law? Shall we call them Americans?
Is it too much to ask that our public streets be filled with a spirit of peace and not protest?
I know that I am not alone when I say: I will not hand over my right to decency to the likes of some Madonna or Ashley Judd
Ladies be prepared to fight—The American Woman is watching
Great night at the seafood festival in Myrtle Beach, SC. Our friend Doug Winstead really rocks, so I decided to paint his portrait on a rock. Don’t miss a chance to see the Shakers. You will be in for a good time of happy entertainment.
It is easy to see why this beautiful historical little town is the perfect place for romance and perhaps a few ghost. My walking tour will inspire you in the pages of “A Coastal Ghost” now in print and ebook- ORDER here.
Since moving to Myrtle Beach I have been painting rocks and hiding them for others to find. The Facebook page and idea was created by a clever young woman named Amber Forrester. The only thing I can take credit for is painting, hiding and hunting rocks. On yes and re-hiding!
Recently Channel 13 did an interview and two of my rocks were featured, Elvis and Einstein.
Suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope. And through troubled seas our faith grows. Hold on! God with throw you an anchor!
If you like to purchase this little anchor- it is available on our link: Southern Shells and Pearls. Click on image to see this item and all our jewelry.
Sea Turtles are ancient creatures, and have been on the earth for over 100 million years. Please wear our necklaces and earrings set as a reminder to all humans, that we must protect the creatures of this earth. Our sea turtles are threatened today by fishing nets, loss of nesting and feeding sites due to coastal development and ocean pollution.
Princess Alexandra was a beauty that would not let a a disfigurement get the best of her. She was said to have an awful scar on her neck.
She worn lovely high collar dresses for daywear, but low-cut evening wear presented a problem. She took to wearing layers of pearls and diamonds around her neck. Soon it became the trend in fashion of her day. The style of jewelry style was called collier de cheinmeaning collar necklace.