“Yet, the quest for knowledge will overcome us and we must know. And, at last, we must see where the road ends,… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“It was not an unusual site to see Negro tenant farmers crossing the intersection of Spring and Barbrick on the way to… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Like the magnolia tree, She bends with the wind, Trials and tribulation may weather her, Yet, after the storm her beauty blooms,… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“The sun had just slipped behind the trees and evening cast its dark, smoky shadow.” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“I can hear my steps echo as I follow him to the end of the hall. The door to the small closet… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“He is dressed in a long, white robe and in his hand is a white cap. I draw up as he passes… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“The heavy smell of incense gave me an uneasy feeling as if I had walked into a tomb” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“The curtains were not yet drawn and with the moonlight spreading across the room, I could see clearly. I undressed and slipped… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“It was a warm and natural feeling to be there. We were not black or white people. We were just people bound… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Like a sparrow in its flitting, like a swallow in its flying, a curse that is causeless does not alight.” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Today’s breakfast consist of rice and a piece of bread fried in a bit of salt pork grease. At least I have… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Before I disappear behind the door, I stop and turn around to look at him.” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“The pages that follow will be our journey of the life we built together here in Concord, North Carolina. These pages will… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“He smiled at me and I felt the tenderness only a daughter could feel.” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“With time, grief has a way of slipping down in the crevices of your heart. It never really leaves; it just makes… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Rebel Number Four" is waiting patiently by the door. I named him "Rebel Number Four," for he is the fourth of his… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Sea and land may lie between us, but my heart is always there with you.” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“I stop to brace myself against the walls, which are painted with the fingerprints of family.” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“According to Robert, his friend Moses was a soldier in the first war, as he described it. He fought Indians and soldiers… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“I am strong as steel and my roots are planted deep in this southern soil. Time may have weathered me, but I will always… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Yet, the quest for knowledge will overcome us and we must know. And, at last, we must see where the road ends, even if… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Our passion for fear consumes us and gives birth to the imaginary. Once fear is unleashed, it feeds upon us and rips us apart… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“I don't know where we are, but we'll soon find our way home!" Le avventure di Pinocchio” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Dread not to climb the mountain, for the higher you rise, your load will lighten; for once on top, easy be the stroll to… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Those that are in the state of widowhood must resist the temptations of their youth.” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Respect the past, trust in the future and believe in the power of the imagination.-” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
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“Ain’t nothing too serious. Even death is a joke on the old devil, if we are living for the Lord.” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“The real Sallie has returned and her portrayal of Mother has disappeared” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Given a little wine, you will find folks are the same no matter what side of the railroad tracks they came from.” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
