She and Martin were married 3 August 1843 in Waterford Township, Washington Co., Ohio
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Lucy Ann - Pioneer Grandmother
She wove her dreams of patterned wild bird's flight
That spring and fall were loomed in prairie skies;
She felt her heart akin to their winged plight
That guides them helplessly win instinctive eyes.
Her flight to this plain-land was not by choice,
But mate, two children and a need to lend
A willing hand, if not assenting voice,
Brought them to where two rivers meet and blend,
And in this town new to the stream's low edge,
My grandpa built a home of crude oak logs,
Reclaimed the land from shrub and rough wild sedge -
Lived peacefully with wolves and prairie dogs.
Here was my father born, here I now walk
The streets of this ghost town in gravel dust,
Where spirits meet at last to nod and talk
And woman-like, link arms in love and trust.
I'm glad she came and in her gentle way
Helped weave my heritage of yesterday.
by Edna Bacon Morrison (her granddaughter)
***
Lucy Ann - Pioneer Grandmother
She wove her dreams of patterned wild bird's flight
That spring and fall were loomed in prairie skies;
She felt her heart akin to their winged plight
That guides them helplessly win instinctive eyes.
Her flight to this plain-land was not by choice,
But mate, two children and a need to lend
A willing hand, if not assenting voice,
Brought them to where two rivers meet and blend,
And in this town new to the stream's low edge,
My grandpa built a home of crude oak logs,
Reclaimed the land from shrub and rough wild sedge -
Lived peacefully with wolves and prairie dogs.
Here was my father born, here I now walk
The streets of this ghost town in gravel dust,
Where spirits meet at last to nod and talk
And woman-like, link arms in love and trust.
I'm glad she came and in her gentle way
Helped weave my heritage of yesterday.
by Edna Bacon Morrison (her granddaughter)
She and Martin were married 3 August 1843 in Waterford Township, Washington Co., Ohio
***
Lucy Ann - Pioneer Grandmother
She wove her dreams of patterned wild bird's flight
That spring and fall were loomed in prairie skies;
She felt her heart akin to their winged plight
That guides them helplessly win instinctive eyes.
Her flight to this plain-land was not by choice,
But mate, two children and a need to lend
A willing hand, if not assenting voice,
Brought them to where two rivers meet and blend,
And in this town new to the stream's low edge,
My grandpa built a home of crude oak logs,
Reclaimed the land from shrub and rough wild sedge -
Lived peacefully with wolves and prairie dogs.
Here was my father born, here I now walk
The streets of this ghost town in gravel dust,
Where spirits meet at last to nod and talk
And woman-like, link arms in love and trust.
I'm glad she came and in her gentle way
Helped weave my heritage of yesterday.
by Edna Bacon Morrison (her granddaughter)
***
Lucy Ann - Pioneer Grandmother
She wove her dreams of patterned wild bird's flight
That spring and fall were loomed in prairie skies;
She felt her heart akin to their winged plight
That guides them helplessly win instinctive eyes.
Her flight to this plain-land was not by choice,
But mate, two children and a need to lend
A willing hand, if not assenting voice,
Brought them to where two rivers meet and blend,
And in this town new to the stream's low edge,
My grandpa built a home of crude oak logs,
Reclaimed the land from shrub and rough wild sedge -
Lived peacefully with wolves and prairie dogs.
Here was my father born, here I now walk
The streets of this ghost town in gravel dust,
Where spirits meet at last to nod and talk
And woman-like, link arms in love and trust.
I'm glad she came and in her gentle way
Helped weave my heritage of yesterday.
by Edna Bacon Morrison (her granddaughter)
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