This book examines the differing ways that Atlantans have remembered the Civil War since its end in 1865. During the Civil War, Atlanta became the second-most important city in the Confederacy after Richmond, Virginia. Since 1865, Atlanta’s civic and business leaders promoted the city’s image as a “phoenix city” rising from the ashes of General William T. Sherman’s wartime destruction. According to this carefully constructed view, Atlanta honored its Confederate past while moving forward with financial growth and civic progress in the New South. But African Americans challenged this narrative with an alternate one focused on the legacy of slavery, the meaning of freedom, and the pervasive racism of the postwar city. During the civil rights movement in the 1960s, Atlanta’s white and black Civil War narratives collided. Wendy Hamand Venet examines the memorialization of the Civil War in Atlanta and who benefits from the specific narratives that have been constructed around it. She explores veterans’ reunions, memoirs and novels, and the complex and ever-changing interpretation of commemorative monuments. Despite its economic success since 1865, Atlanta is a city where the meaning of the Civil War and its iconography continue to be debated and contested.
Clay Williams is an ambitious Lead Systems Engineer who's worked hard to establish his career and highly regarded reputation at the company. His relationship with his family, however, is deteriorating because of frequent business travel and endless hours at work. While quail hunting in the woods of his Uncle's farm, an unexpected encounter leads him to Hartwin, a quaint, little town along the Missouri River. During his visit, Clay finds new hope by discovering the fragility of life and family, and the timeless influence of choice through the lives of those that lived before him. The journey leads him full circle--back to the woods where it all began.
The story actually takes place in the mind of Isaac, a young artist who's rapidly growing success accumulates for him wealth and fame for him and his sister, Philomena, who lives with him. It is a dream in which He is commissioned to paint an image of the Garden of Eden from an anonymous benefactor.
From the 1950s through the 1970s, Al Bell produced assemblies for rural Iowa schoolchildren based on his travels. He combined photos, music and costumes and danced and told jokes to entertain and inform.
Darkness has fallen on the city of Portland, Oregon. One by one, the wives of affluent and respected men are vanishing from their homes. The only clues to their disappearance are a single black rose and a note that reads, "Gone, But Not Forgotten." It is the rebirth of a horror that has already devastated a community at the opposite end of the country—and, as it did then, terror and death will follow. Defense attorney Betsy Tannenbaum is trapped in a nightmare as the shadows of a killer darken her world. And she will soon be risking everything she has and everyone she loves to defend a cold, powerful, and manipulating client who may be a victim . . . or a monster.
This is a treasure trove of stories that reach beyond the buildings of timber and nails and put a human face on the history of these towering structures that once represented prosperity and stability on the prairie landscape. Through a series of biographical sketches and photographs, this book portrays a vivid picture of life in and around prairie grain elevators over the past century; how they influenced the communities that depended on them; and how they molded the lives of farmers and elevator agents and their wives and children. McLachlan's own experience, following her husband to nine communities in 20 years as he toiled in the grain dust, is central to her deft and vivid descriptions of lives shaped by the grain industry.
Old West Poems depicts the lifestyle of cowboys in the American West. Cowboys blazed trails as they moved cattle to market in Kansas and Nebraska. It describes their adventures and many of the poems are historically factual.
Duns Football Club was 92 years old when it passed away. When it eventually did it was unfortunately almost without note. I can say this with some authority as in the end I was one of those who did take little notice. With it went almost 92 years of footb