Bazz: Two from the Fire Eater

The Fire Eater

Bazz Childress, Requiescas In Pace Domini

One Final Rabbit To Chase

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Basil Dwayne "Bazz" Childress R.I.P.

From Free North Carolina

Squirrel Hunting, Theology, Banking, and the Confederacy

Brock:

Mac Aston kindly asked me to write my feelings in regards to Bazz and here is what I sent. It is kinda lengthy, but did you ever see a short email from Bazz, or a short phone call? I think not..........LMAO

T

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"The Life and Times of Bazz Childress as Seen Through the Eyes of One Friend"

My first introduction to Bazz came in the form of a handwritten letter from him informing me how touched he was by an acoustic performance I did at a Confederate Memorial Service in SE Kentucky back in 01.

In the letter, he made reference that he had wanted to tell me so that day in person, but, chose not to because he said "he felt intimidated by me." I can not think, nor visualize still to this day how I, 6 feet one inch and 145 pounds in stature could in anyway intimidate one such as Bazz. It remains a laugh out loud of infinite proportions to me to this day.

In that letter Bazz included a phone number and a email addy; email what's that? We didn't even own a computer then. I did however call him upon receipt of that letter to thank him for his most kind words. It was during this first of countless phone conversations, I questioned him as to how he found me intimidating and hadn't introduce himself to me that day at the memorial service? His reply was "that (my) aura was overwhelming and that there were far too many people already flocked around me that day." To this day I find this most hilarious, for those who knew Bazz, I am sure never felt that intimidated was even in his vocabulary; and this is especially true for those of you who know us both. I am anything but intimidating.

Bazz and my family met in person in Hellanta just moments after I was escorted by 2 security officers, out of the gold domed "peoples house" for refusing to surrender my camps colours.

I was standing on the steps having a cigarette, when a voice from behind boomed "T Warren." I spun on my toes and turned to see a giant in a beautiful suit, his right hand outstretched." I am Bazz Childress a pleasure to meet you". I introduced him to my wife and youngest daughter, and we were brothers in arms and family like from that moment on. At least that is the way I see it.

In the years that would follow, I would never be in his company again, but we would email and talk on the phone endlessly.

We would talk of everything from banking,(I had shared with Bazz that I had minored in economics) yet he would talk so far over my head in regards to financial institutions and such that I would have to simply say "Whoa Bazz, you lost me" Now, we have all lost him.

One one occasion he exhausted the batteries of two separate phones. It was during this conversation that his first reference to squirrel hunting was made. The details I will keep to myself out of courtesy not only to Bazz but to those close dear friends that went with him on this traditional sojourn . I will say the talk ran the gauntlet from super hilarious to overwhelming spirituality.

Bazz might easily been the most unpredictable, predictable person to ever come into my life. That will only make sense to those who truly knew him.

He might call me at noon, or at 3 am, you just never knew for certain but, you knew he would call. Sometimes he would ask a favour, perhaps question me about Traditional American Indian ways, but usually he asked about my health. He seemed always concerned about my health. I suppose with me having one lung, and having had 2 strokes, and all the associated wear and tear of 40 plus years of rock n roll, that there might have been room for concern. Yet, in the end it was I who was always concerned about Bazz's declining health.

The worse Bazz's health became the more intense our phone conversations became. There was much talk of fear, death, and the unknown. There was also many conversations where Bazz would speak in length of theology and ask how I interpreted what he would say, in my Indian background and upbringing. He always wanted to know more about American Indian spiritual ways. I suspect that he and Brother Mac had many such discussions on their own. This was to be the year that we were all going to finally meet, and now we have waited too long.

In closing I will say that to me , Bazz Childress was a true Renaissance man, a man like no other I have ever met. A great writer, thinker, financier, a true and genuine hero to the Southern Cause .

A friend to countless numbers, enemy to those who told untruths, and I believe like myself "his own worse enemy".

Sweet Jesus, I am going to forever miss our talks, even the ones that woke me from a sound sleep. Such a small price to pay for such enlightenment. Enjoy the Creators company Bazz, save me a place by the campfire.

Deepest and most sincere sympathies to his family, friends and the men of the Kentucky Division SCV on behalf of my family and myself.

T Warren

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The Burned City

“When President [Franklin D.] Roosevelt visited Elizabeth City [North Carolina] on his way to see the Lost Colony, he asked Jerome Flora, then mayor of Elizabeth City, about the old homes.

“I thought,” he said, “that when I came to a town as old as this that I’d see rows of old colonial homes.”

“We had ‘em,” said the Mayor, “but you Yankees burned ‘em all up.”

(A New Geography, Pasquotank County, Bill Sharpe, Sharpe Publishing Company, 1954, pp. 365-367)

Southern Heritage News & Views

Lee's Surrender, By My Great Grandfather, April 9, 1865, 147 Years Ago

Yearly post.

Confederate Veteran May-June 1990

25th Anniversary of General Lee's Surrender April 9th, 1865

by John Pelopidas Leach, 1890

A quarter of a century has passed since General Lee surrendered the last hope of the Confederacy at Appomattox Court House.

For more than a year prior to that time, he had, with matchless skill, contended against vastly superior numbers and military resources, and successfully held at bay the grandest army ever marshaled on American soil. In the annals of American history, the name of this village will be preserved side-by-side with Yorktown, New Orleans and Mexico.

A private soldier, though a living witness, cannot describe a battle, much less a campaign. The field of observation to him is circumscribed and limited. But as I went with my companions to the last firing line, I have some vivid recollections of the event and I will relate my experiences and observations as a member of Company C, 53rd NC Regiment at Appomattox.

Before reaching Appomattox on the memorable retreat of our army from Petersburg, the half starved division of General Bryan Grimes, of which I belonged, was halted after dark for a short rest, and some of the *sharpshooters in the skirmish line, commanded by my brother, Lieutenant George T. Leach, also of Company C in the 53rd NC Regiment, collected and drove to our bivouac two or three cows with the intent of butchering them, believing, as they certainly had reason to believe, that the poor cattle would soon fall into the merciless hands of our pursuers.

Major General Bryan Grimes

Reaching our stopping place, for we had no encampment there, Lieutenant Leach sent to headquarters to get permission to butcher the cows for his Corps of Sharpshooters, stating that his men were suffering from food. They had been constantly on the flanks and in the rear of the retreating army since the evacuation, marching, counter marching, retreating and fighting without food or rest. General Grimes peremptorily refused to allow the cattle to be killed, because to allow it would violate one of Lee's well-established rules prohibiting plundering at any cost.

He ordered the cows to be returned to the field from which they were driven, a mile or two back. The order was instantly executed as far as possible - the cattle were driven within range of the federal pickets and turned over to our pursuers. We marched on with empty stomachs and continued to hold the front line in an attempt to open the way for the retreat of the Army. However, unknown to General Grimes, General Gordon, the memorable right eye and at that time the right arm of Lee and in immediate command of all the forces there, had discovered that we were "flanked by 10,000 shotted guns and by 10,000 fronted."

l do not believe that General Lee could have put into battle that day more than eight or 10,000 men, hence it would have been cruel slaughter to have continued the war at that point one moment longer as we would have been forced to assume that of the aggressor against 50,000 well armed and well-fed veterans of Grant's Army who had lapped our feeble forces in front and upon both flanks. In order to continue the retreat and overcome the enemy would have been a military impossibility as well as a ridiculous and monstrous proposition in view of the worn-out condition of our soldiers who, though, were still willing to give battle with vigor and determination.

The actions of those engaged at Appomattox was but a skirmish preliminary to surrender and I have little doubt that General Grant and General Sheridan had planned to bring about the surrender of Lee or destroy his Army at that point. They accomplished their purpose with exceedingly small loss to those engaged under Lee.

Of those who participated in or were present at the McLean House at the time the terms of surrender were concluded, there are few who now live. General Lee had with him only one officer, Colonel Marshall, while General Grant was accompanied by a number of officers. The officers there present fairly represented in proportion the number of privates upon either side that could have been put into battle.

We continued marching, counter-marching and skirmishing through the greater part of the night of April 8th and 9th. Then at sunrise we were deployed on a road and rail fence just beyond and in sight of the Court House. I do not recall the sight of a single dead Confederate that day though we drove some Union sharpshooters through the woods to the southwest where they made a stand on the edge of the woods and a few of them were killed and left upon the field.

Sheridan had placed some six-pound field guns in the woods in our front. They were keeping up a rapid fire when we advanced to their capture. Before we had gone half the distance, the guns were surrendered to a flanking party, and pretty soon were brought galloping across the field.

We escorted them to a point near the Court House and continued to advance to the west. We had gone less than a mile when the flag of truce was sent out and the firing ceased; this was no regular battle, though good men were killed and wounded in the skirmish. I think I saw the last gun fired that day. As we returned through the village, I saw some artillerymen prepare a gun for action. They opened fire upon a column of the enemy who were advancing from the south of the town, seeming unmindful of what had transpired at the front. An office rode up and ordered the gunners to cease firing. The various commands of the Army were much scattered and disorganized, but soon began to assemble in bivouac and before night were fed by our captors.

The Confederates were gathered over and around a large barren old field northeast of town when General Lee was seen to return from the village accompanied by Colonel Marshall. The whole Army rushed out to greet him and so thronged the road as to impede his passage. There was little cheering but no dearth of tears. Some wanted to hear a word from him, but if he spoke, I failed to catch his words. He waved his hand; the soldiers yielded the road and he passed on. He was very sad and perhaps could not restrain the tears. His bearing was erect and manly as a born ruler of men. He was a superb rider, always well mounted, but seldom rode out of a walk.

In a few moments, General John B.Gordon, who was at the time the idol of the Army, came along mounted upon a handsome bay mare, in a graceful canter. His dashing manner relieved the pent up-feelings of the men and they burst forth in wild applause. He passed through the assembled Army with hat in hand waving in response to their greeting. That evening and night speeches were made to the Army the best one by General Gordon.

Next morning we marched out under arms, fronted a column of Federals who stood in line at parade rest, stacked our guns and filed away to the South to fight never more for Dixie.

John Pelopidas Leach
Littleton, NC 1890

Edited by *Brock Townsend from many of the author's articles.
*The author's great grandson.

PS: An additional account states:

My Great, Grandfather Private John Pelopidus Leach wrote:

"Needham and Jack, faithful and devoted servants of my Brother Geo. T. Leach who then commanded my company, and Capt. Richardson who was captured at Fort Stedman, informed of the surrender, came to the front in search of my Brother and myself. They awoke me and gave me the first information I had of Lee's army, which I did not believe, until returning with them past the courthouse to the bivouac of the remnant of my company I saw the open field about the village full of straggling men, moving in aimless fashion, artillery, ambulances and wagons gathering in parks, many men crying, some cursing and all in pitiful distress."

"My command stacked arms in front of the victorious federals on the 10th of April, with one lieutenant, nine white men--all with guns-- and two Negro servants, Needham Leach of Chatham and Jack Richardson of Johnston County." (The Lieutenant was my great Uncle, George Thomas Leach)

"I with Needham, a Negro servant, as my only companion turned south to my home, Pittsboro, NC, passed through Chapel Hill and the Federal brigade of Gen. Atkins stationed there.

At Byrnums Mill on the Haw River, Needham and I were rowed across the stream in a bateau carrying the family servant of Maj. London, Sr. returning home with a bag of corn meal which he carried on the back of a mule."

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* Shock Troops of the Confederacy
"......the *sharpshooters of the Army of Northern Virginia played an important and sometimes pivotal role in many battles and campaigns in 1864 and 1865. Confederate General Robert Rodes organized the first battalion of sharpshooters in his brigade in early 1863, and later in each brigade of his division......in the trenches of Petersburg......"

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Before computers and when I lived in CA, I hired a NC lady to research the body servant of my g uncle, Needham Leach forward and she found the present day descendants of Needham! One of them lived close to me in CA and the others are still in Pittsboro. We've visited often and met my black Aunt Dixie who was named after my Great Aunt Dixie and a Cousin Dixie who is still alive and kicking in Pittsboro. I could not have been any happier. This was on my mothers side so I couldn't use my DNA and I could not get a male to do it on the Leach side. The reason I wanted this done was:

1. There was no slave listed in the 1860 census of Needham's age.

2. My gg grandfather would not have sent his eldest son off to war with a new, untested slave.

3. Needham is mentioned many times in letters home and he traveled back and forth between Virginia and NC obtaining provisions for my great uncle and grandfather.

4. He walked home from Appomattox with my great grandfather.

5. When he was married some years later, my gg grandfather traveled a long distance to be a witness at his wedding.

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The Southern Movement has lost another of it fiercest warriors....

I never had the pleasure of meeting Brother Rick, we did speak by phone a number of times and E-mail often. I am not the only Southron warrior that will miss his 71 years of freely given wisdom. You will be missed Old warrior!

RIP Brother, meet ya soon.



GB/PoP

Fredrick Newell (Rick) Boswell of Opp, AL passed away at his home Monday, April 2, 2012. He was 71.

A graveside memorial service will be held at 2 P.M. on Wednesday, April 11 at Evergreen Cemetery. The family requests donations to either the American Cancer or Diabetes Association(s) in lieu of flowers.
The oldest son of Harry Ray Boswell and Carolyn Hamm Russ (both deceased), he was preceded in death by his oldest son, Anthony (Tony) Boswell, and is survived in death by his brothers Jon Keith and Don Ray Boswell; his children, Sabrina Boswell Darley, Sean Boswell, Nicholas Boswell, Rune Boswell, Royal Boswell, and Rina Boswell; his grandchildren Lynn-James, Erin, Geordon, Brynna, Megan and Connor Darley; Angel Boswell; Patrick Boswell; Nicholas, Jackson and Aubrey Boswell; and Kallen Boswell.


Brother Rick,

Had a way with words. He did a fantistic job debating "those people." An example below:

A Mr. J. Wister Huey III posted this comment in the Baltimore Sun:

I am one Johns Hopkins alumnus who could not agree more with the university's decision to suggest the unreconstructed Confederate sympathizers take their party off campus ("A Civil action," editorial, Nov. 21).

Two of my great-grandfathers and one great-great-grandfather served as Confederate officers.

While I am eternally grateful for the role they played in producing my grandparents, parents, sister, cousins and all our descendants, the fact is that they were traitors to their country. Were it not for Abraham Lincoln’s wise decision to put the war behind us, heal our wounds and move on, they might well have been hanged, as those in more radical circles proposed to do to Confederate officers after the war.

And now, after 143 years, perhaps it is time that we put the Civil War or what some call "The War of Northern Aggression" behind us.

To the sons (and daughters) of the South, I say: You lost. Get over it.

J. Wistar Huey III
Ellicott City

This is my posted reply:

It would be preferable and less embarrassing to him if Mr. Huey studied history and assimilated some facts before expressing his "opinions".

George Washington, Thomas Jefferson and the other founding fathers were, technically "traitors" yet I imagine that Mr. Huey admires and reveres them.

Secessionists were not. There was a great hue and cry from the "radical republicans" after the war to try Jefferson Davis, Robert E. Lee and other Southern leaders as traitors but more educated legal heads who understood our Constitution prevailed.

"If you bring these leaders to trial, it will condemn the North, for by the Constitution, secession is not a rebellion. His [Jefferson Davis] capture was a mistake. His trial will be a greater one. We cannot convict him of treason." -- Salmon P. Chase, Chief Justice of the US Supreme Court, 1867.

Yr. Obt. S'vnt,

Rick Boswell

Please pray for his Family and many Friends.... GB/PoP

Basil Dwayne "Bazz" Childress R.I.P.

Bazz, his wife Rachel and Dixie at General Pender's grave at Calvary Episcopal church in Tarboro when they were our house guests some years ago.

My friend Bazz, a sad day indeed.

News From Concord: Don't Stay In The Wyndham Bazz Update ******** Bazz Is In Trouble The Bazz Childress' from Lexington, KY visiting us in Emerald Isle, NC some years ago at Bushwacker's Restaurant.

Southerners Will Be Polite Up To The Moment They Kill You

Passing of KY Div. Commander

Bazz Childress

Dear Compatriots,

It is with deep sadness that I write you today of the news concerning the passing of or Kentucky Division Commander, Bazz Childress. Commander Childress has been a stalwart defender of our Southern Heritage and has devoted his life to the vindication of her cause. He will be sorely missed.

From the Lexington Herald-Leader on April 8, 2012:

CHILDRESS Basil "Bazz" Dwayne, 55, died at home on Thu, April 5, 2012 of natural causes. Bazz was married to Rachel Smith Childress for 34 years. They have two daughters, Julianna Ruth Smith Childress, 24, of Nashville, TN and Delaney Adele Smith Childress, 18, of Lexington. Bazz is also survived by his mother, GenevaChildress, and aunt, Gereda Childress Ensminger, both of Cleveland, OH. Bazz had a long career in the banking industry, starting with (old) First Security and ending at Traditional Bank when heart disease required him to retire in 2010. The family considers Central Baptist Church its home. Bazz was proud of his Southern heritage. The family invites you to visit with them on Mon, April 9 from 5-9pm at Central Baptist Church, 110 Wilson Downing Road. A memorial service will be held at the Church on Tue, April 10 at 7pm. Memorial contributions are suggested to Lexington Habitat for Humanity, 700 E Loudon Ave, Lexington, KY 40505. www.clarklegacycenter.com

Read more here:http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/kentucky/obituary.aspx?n=basil-dwayne-childress-bazz&pid=156896286#storylink=cpy

Respectfully yours,

Michael Givens

CiC

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He is Risen

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Passing of a very special Brother and Friend

I just heard of the passing of a very special Brother and Friend, "Bazz" Childress.

The South will be less strong in it's defense without this great Southron ... He could really give "those people" hell!

God's speed Bazz, you will truly be missed!

Y'all pray for his Family, he would do it for you.

PoP

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Kirk David Lyons 3:27pm Apr 6
Basil Dwayne "Bazz" Childress, 55, died peacefully last night at his home in Lexington, Kentucky. Bazz was born in Cleveland, Ohio, the only child of Sid & Geneva Childress. Bazz was a collateral descendant of George C. Childress, author of the Texas Declaration of Independence.

Bazz was a graduate of the University of Kentucky and a Lexington resident since 1975.

Bazz was a member of the Board of Directors of the Southern Legal Resource Center, inc since 2008, Kentucky Division Commander of the Sons of Confederate Veterans, and Kentucky Chairman of the League of the South.

In 2008 during the SCV National reunion in concord, Bazz was arrested for displaying a Confederate Battle flag in his hotel room window and was arrested for criminal trespass by the hotel owner.

the charges were dropped against Bazz and in 2010 he filed a malicious prosecution/breach of contract lawsuit against the Wingate/Wyndham hotel and its owner. In a display of justice typical for our day, the Judge dismissed the malicious prosecution claim, which was appealed to the Court of Appeals in Raleigh and unanimously reinstated. The case was set for mediation, discovery depositions on trial in early March.

Desperate to keep Bazz away from a Nascar town, Cabarrus County jury, the Hotel filed a Summary Judgment Motion which was heard hours before Bazz should have started picking a jury.

Despite overwhelming legal precedent (it had just come back from the Court of Appeals) and facts pointed out by Bazz' counsel, Judge Kevin Bridges dismissed the case again!

Bazz' appeal was in process when he died.

Bazz is survived by his wife Rachel, daughters Julianna and Delaney and Mother Geneva.

Funeral is tentatively set for Tuesday at Central Baptist Church in Lexington, KY. Family suggests Memorials for Lexington Habitat for Humanity 700 East Loudon Ave, Lexington, KY 40505

The SLRC Bd is also accepting donations in memory of Bazz. SLRC P.O.Box 1235 Black Mountain, NC 28711

Yankee Behavior

Just a little refresher.............

(and if given the chance, I'm sure they would repeat)

SWR's Administrator Hamp.

CLARKE COUNTY [AL] JOURNAL, August 27, 1863, p. 2, c. 2
A Hellish Outrage by Yankees.—by a letter which has reached this city from Wetzen County, (says the Richmond Examiner,) we learn the particulars of a most revolting outrage committed by some Yankee fiends upon the person of the wife of Mr. L. S. Hall, member of the State Legislature from Wetzel, and one of the first advocates of secession in his section. Mrs. Hall had her clothes tied over her head and in that condition she was thrust into the street of New Marketsville, her husband's place of residence. Report says that an outrage, to which death is preferable, was perpetrated upon her person.—The Yankee hellhounds afterwards burned down Mr. Hall's outhouses and ransacked his house.

CLARKE COUNTY [AL] JOURNAL, August 27, 1863, p. 2, c. 3
Yankee Fiendishness.—Mississippi has been reserved for the final capping of the climax of Yankee brutality, says the Mississippian. Not satisfied with burning, devastating towns, cities, farm houses and plantations, their barbaric instincts found vent in the perpetration of an act at which humanity revolts. We are informed that Mrs. Fort, a widow lady, residing in Madison County, six miles from Canton, a sister of B. Ricks, a wealthy and influential citizen of that county, was recently stripped and upon her back was inflicted 500 stripes with a leather strap, by two Yankee brutes. She was so badly bruised that fears were entertained for her life. If such acts as these do not fire up the blood of Mississippians and Southrons everywhere, then, indeed, may we conclude that justice has fled to brutish beasts. It is, however, only another dark chapter in the book of fiendish Yankee monstrosities.

CLARKE COUNTY [AL] JOURNAL, August 27, 1863, p. 2, c. 5
Yankee Outrage.—A few days ago, says the Mobile Tribune of the 23d inst., a party of Yankee marines came ashore not far from Bayou la Batre, and waded to the house of a Mrs. Neill. She was alone at the time.—They endeavored to extort from her information of the number and position of our troops in the neighborhood as well as information of the localities, &c. She either had no information to give or was determined not to gratify the ruffians. The result was the most barbarous maltreatment. After beating her severely, they tied her with her child in her arms to a tree, where she was found not long afterwards by her husband, who was returning in company with other persons from the saltworks of that section. The scoundrels got off safely, although they were almost within call of a portion of our force in the neighborhood.

CLARKE COUNTY [AL] JOURNAL, September 10, 1863, p. 2, c. 2

Yankee Outrages on Women.

A gentleman who left Winchester on last Thursday, says that a Yankee cavalry force, numbering about one hundred and fifty, visited the town on Monday morning last, and remained there several hours. Their force in the Valley below Winchester is not large.
At Martinsburg they are reported to have from 1,500 to 2,000, and at Charlestown a small cavalry force and two regiments of infantry.
From Loudon county we have a report that the Yankees are behaving with greater fiendishness than has heretofore characterized their conduct else where, and that they have in several instances violated the persons of some of the most respectable ladies in the county. Three sisters, young, intelligent, and of excellent social position, have been made the victims of their lust, because a brother of theirs was a Captain in the Confederate service. A short time since they attempted to outrage the person of the wife of a clergyman, who is also in our service. She was stopping with a friend near Leesburg, where her room was entered by a Federal officer, who locked the door behind him. Her struggles and screams attracted the attention of a negro man on the premises, who ran to the window of the room, which caused the wretch to desist for an instant in the prosecution of his infernal designs. In this interval the lady jerked his pistol from his side and fired at him, while he ran off, and with an associate mounted his horse and left, leaving his pistol behind him.—Richmond Dispatch, 24th ult.

TEAR 'EM DOWN!

Suggestion to consider removing Va. Confederate statues brings firestorm on council member

STORY HERE

Below are just two that's on her list!


"I'm proud of our Southern heritage. So proud that it saddened me to see it reduced to two Confederate generals and the myth of the superiority of a proud, noble, slave-holding South, in which only a few held power." ~ Kristin Szakos

Kristin Szakos, Charlottesville, Va., city council member
k.szakos@embarqmail.com
Box 911, City Hall, Charlottesville, VA, 22902,

or call (434) 970-3113.

Satyendra Huja, Mayor
1502 Holly Road
Charlottesville, Virginia 22901
(434) 977-5094 home
(434) 981-8948 cell
huja1@comcast.net

Kathy Galvin, Council Member
kgalvin@charlottesville.org.
(434) 970-3113.

Our Confederate monuments & cemeteries are, Fragile Legacies!
http://fragile-legacies-of-dixie.blogspot.com/

Preserving the Past for the Future

As Southron, it is our mission to preserve the name, honour and legacy of our Confederate heroes. Confederate monuments & cemeteries are among the greatest of our Southern treasures, and their protection must be foremost among our priorities. This mission should be especially dear to us, as these monuments & cemeteries are the only standing tribute to our past.

Please help preserve Dixie's treasures for the enjoyment of Her future generations. Once they are impacted or destroyed by "those people" they can never be restored to their original state; there is no going back....PoP

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