“The sky, Bob, it's glowing!”
“Yep, it sure is, Martha.”
“I told you Billy. Didn't I tell you? They had to know.”
“I guess you did, Jimmy but what is it? Why is the sky all orange?”
“I don't get it Martha. I just don't get it...”
“Me neither, Bob. Maybe they are teaching us a lesson.”
“But we surrendered, Martha. Charlottesville surrendered. They didn't need to burn the cotton factory...”
“ The conflagration was magnificent, sublime, it illuminated the whole canopy of heaven, with a lurid glare.”
Sarah Ann Strickler
Charlottesville, Virginia,
March 3, 1865
“Yep, it sure is, Martha.”
“I told you Billy. Didn't I tell you? They had to know.”
“I guess you did, Jimmy but what is it? Why is the sky all orange?”
“I don't get it Martha. I just don't get it...”
“Me neither, Bob. Maybe they are teaching us a lesson.”
“But we surrendered, Martha. Charlottesville surrendered. They didn't need to burn the cotton factory...”
“ The conflagration was magnificent, sublime, it illuminated the whole canopy of heaven, with a lurid glare.”
Sarah Ann Strickler
Charlottesville, Virginia,
March 3, 1865
