Tuesday, August 9, 2011

When Watermelons Get Ripe

My husband is a Civil War buff. I tag along while he visits museums, memorials, cemeteries, and historical markers. When we visited the Museum of the Confederacy in Richmond, Virginia, I was most intrigued by the diary entries and letters from soldiers. A quote by B.F. Jackson of the 33rd Alabama Infantry caught my eye. He wrote home, "When watermelons get ripe, send me one in a letter."  When times are difficult, we yearn for the comfort of home. The comfort might be in the form of a letter with words of encouragement or a sweet slice of watermelon. Either way a taste of home is medicine for the soul.


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