Westward Ho
wrapped in a fresh sheet father was finally at peace
Westward Ho Farm land as far as you could see bending west to the river Summer was very hot this year, 1869 in Ohio 30 acres filled with corn and wheat. Feeling blessed, but for our poor Father. Came back to us late in 65, not the same since the war. Saw and did much to preserve our Union. His newest friend a brown jug. The three of us already orphans. Hot July morning, Father passed out in bed. Today it is different, for...
