First Drumbeat(Part of Living Poem) The time has come.Call it a drum,Or a crumb,What’s left of life. I used to tell a jokeWhen my life was wide,And I was a stud,And not a dud—I knowI’m not a dud. I’m a dude,A dad. But everyone mustRebut the dud chargeAt summing up time. Oh yeah, the joke,A trademark one for meIn that it’s not funny. I used to say I’ll never retireFrom writingBecause if I’m ever…See More
Julia Nunnally Duncan will be launching her new poetry collection A Neighborhood Changes (Finishing Line Press, 2018) at a book presentation and signing to be held at the McDowell County Public Library in Marion on October 24.See More
"I'll ask the kids, Barb and Ethan, if they have any contacts who might have an interest in this as a unique topic for any performers they know. It might also be something that my friend Ruby Lerner could brainstorm about to her theatre…"
More from the World of ALS (Part of Living Poem) Negotiating steps is like someone who seeksTo emulate a goat on mountain peaks. Crossing a threshold, limping inIs like the valley-walking of an Olympian. A cane and its grip make a fellow stopTo consider the physics of leans and drops. To know how a forefinger grabs and digsImagine your digits are chestnut twigs When a new drug trial notably…See More
RANDALL KENAN SELECTS NANCY WERKING POLING WINNER OF THE 2018 ALEX ALBRIGHT CREATIVE NONFICTION PRIZE(31 August 2018)Nancy Werking Poling of Black Mountain is the winner of the 2018 Alex Albright Creative Nonfiction Prize competition for "Leander’s Lies." Poling will receive $1000 from the North Carolina Literary Review, thanks to a generous NCLR reader’s donation that allowed this year’s honorarium to increase (from the previous award of $250). Her winning essay will be published in the North…See More
Upcoming Rides(Part of Living Poem) I must take a break from writing aboutThe third Lord Granville’s loss of landIn colonial North Carolina to noteI’m losing functionality in my hands. I’m confining my writing to a four-line,Alternate rhyme form, like a horse-fenceFraming a pantomimeOf equine force. Hence, It’s time to imagine the power of mind,For instance, when a nod or thoughtInstructs a machine to…See More
My great great grandfather William Goldsmith died in a Prison Camp in Chicago. There is a documentary sometimes shown on The History Channel about this camp called 80 Acres of Hell. click here
This is the family history.. The way we ended up in the Mountains of NC is that John Goldsmith, the
husband of Elizabeth Marchbanks, died in May 1825 in Simpsonville,SC (Greenville County).He is buried in the old Goldsmith Family Cemetery on the old Goldsmith Plantation in Simpsonville (yes, Plantation). The Goldsmiths were very wealthy people in SC. Elizabeth left SC, and moved to the mountains of Western NC to be close to her brother that lived there. She took their children with them, one of them being William. It would have been better for the children if they had stayed in SC, they would have inherited a lot of money and property from their Grandfather.
As it was they came to WNC. The original Goldsmith's started with William Goldsmith b.1761 in Virginia and married Elizabeth Rountree in Union Co. SC, they settled in Simpsonville, SC in the1780's.
My GG Grandfather, William was rather old when the Civil War came along. He was in his early 50's, having been born about 1812. (That of course was old in those days) He joined the army to be with some of his older sons. They made it through, even though his one son was captured and taken to Camp Douglas along with WIlliam. William died there about March 9, 1864, and is buried in the mass grave for Confederate Soldiers. This is the monument..click here