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Ev'rybody’s poor, aren’t they, Billy?
All the nicest people are, he replied. Billy was a war baby. He had a message from General Lee congratulating him on being born, and was quite wise. I was only a since-the-war baby. I climbed on a cricket table and looked at myself in the mahogany-framed glass hanging over Gran'munny’s dimity dressing table. I decided a girl with a shingled head was utterly, hopelessly ugly, and I wondered why God hadn’t made me a boy. What place would there be in the world for an ugly girl?
As a child who grew to womanhood in the years following the war of Aggression on my Southern countrymen, I think I am the one most qualified to write this book. I have told only one woman’s experience, however, I have been well known in my time as a writer of Virginia history and its people. I cannot say I am an authority on your heritage and neighbor’s, but I can say that I am on mine. -Mary Newton Stanard
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Ev'rybody’s poor, aren’t they, Billy?
All the nicest people are, he replied. Billy was a war baby. He had a message from General Lee congratulating him on being born, and was quite wise. I was only a since-the-war baby. I climbed on a cricket table and looked at myself in the mahogany-framed glass hanging over Gran'munny’s dimity dressing table. I decided a girl with a shingled head was utterly, hopelessly ugly, and I wondered why God hadn’t made me a boy. What place would there be in the world for an ugly girl?
As a child who grew to womanhood in the years following the war of Aggression on my Southern countrymen, I think I am the one most qualified to write this book. I have told only one woman’s experience, however, I have been well known in my time as a writer of Virginia history and its people. I cannot say I am an authority on your heritage and neighbor’s, but I can say that I am on mine. -Mary Newton Stanard