The Baptist Church rejects man with wooden leg: It appears the Baptist preacher refused to baptize a veteran of the late war in the holy water-saying they only baptize flesh and blood, not wood.

— Nancy B. Brewer

The curtains were not yet drawn and with the moonlight spreading across the room, I could see clearly. I undressed and slipped a soft cotton gown over my naked body. I pulled the blanket off the foot of my bed, covered my shoulders and Wei...led out on the balcony. The cool night air blowing through my hair served as a reminder that only a hint of summer remained in this year of 1860.

— Nancy B. Brewer

(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

The heavy smell of incense gave me an uneasy feeling as if I had walked into a tomb

— Nancy B. Brewer

The pages that follow will be our journey of the life we built together here in Concord, North Carolina. These pages will reveal fragments from the past and events that occurred along the way.

— Nancy B. Brewer

The sun had just slipped behind the trees and evening cast its dark, smoky shadow.

— Nancy B. Brewer

The wind blowing through the cracks in the walls was fitting for this isolated and lonely place.

— Nancy B. Brewer

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

To those of you who are enslaved by your past, may my story set you free. For youth is innocent, and its beauty is to always be cherished.

— Nancy B. Brewer

To those of you who have lost your way, may my story serve as a reminder that life is a journey. The lessons we learn along the way are not for our sake alone. We are obligated to share them

— Nancy B. Brewer