11/16/60 Reply to form letter in re early American
incarnation as Lucille Arnold:
I am happy to get your letter even though you do not mention
my question of the whereabouts of the locality of the "city
in the hills and the plains". I at first thought it a Bible
quotation, next I tried the poetical concordances and
dictionaries, I asked teachers, professors, librarians, etc;
no help anywhere, although several thought they knew until
they checked. It is a phrase I have heard or read some
where, it has a familiar something to it.
I was raised in Ohio in the colonial type house that was over
an hundred years old and had been the home of my father's
family several generations. My father sold it some thirty
years ago and the buyers covered the old soft red brick with
new hard yellow modern brick, changed the old wide doorway
with its glass side panels and fanlight; in others words it
has had its face lifted.
In my girlhood there I knew several Arnolds, and still am
occasionally in touch with one who married my chum. There
was even a Lucille Arnold of another family who taught the
primary classes in the school my oldest child attended in her
first year, in
1919-20.
I doubt very much that I can be of real help to you, but I
feel I must tell you of an incident that occurred when I was
somewhere around twelve to fourteen. We lived on a garden
farm that had come to my father as the eldest son, entailed
property that had passed from father to son unbroken for at
least four generations, upon which was the brick house I
mentioned before. I loved to accompany my father on his
jaunts about the countryside and on this occasion he was
driving the farm wagon several miles for some special seed
wheat he had heard greatly praised.
It was a beautiful fall day and for several miles the road
followed the lovely Muskingum and was entirely familiar to
me. WE then crossed the south side and followed the
Stovertown-Cannelville road on over the hills winding thru
covered bridges and over little brooks, when suddenly my
father swung the team to the left of a half hidden little
woodsy road that passed under a railroad and came suddenly
out of the dimness into the sunlight on a beautiful green
meadow; it spread before us the bottomland, climbing gently
up the hillside to where a white fence separated it from the
lawn that surround an attractive white farmhouse with the
wooded hill rising back of it. "Oh", I exclaimed
delightedly, "Oh Daddy I know that house - I've been there
lots of times". "No," my father said, "You have never been
this way before." "Oh yes" I insisted, "Oh yes, Daddy"...
My father was a very strict, stern Scotsman and his children
knew better than to contradict him, and when he replied in
his sternest manner, "That will do, we will hear no more of
this nonsense, you have never driven any place except with me
and I have never driven on this road before", the matter
ended right there as far as he was concerned. However
through all the years the picture of that place has never
faded - it shines before my eyes this minute in all its
detail. I never saw it again but I feel I have known it
always, and I think if I could have entered the door I would
have been at home. I could go to it I am sure, I believe I
could make a map that could be followed to it but to what end
I know not. This was at Zanesville, on the South River Rd.,
four miles from the town, the bridge is the Five Mile bridge.
I realize this is probably of no benefit to you but it is the
best I can do. I shall hope to see you in the spring.
I care not one iota about my identity being known - there is
nothing to be ashamed of and nothing more interesting than
this research that I know of. Since Mr. Cayce was following
God's direction what better can we do? I only wish there was
some way in which I could be useful to you and a part of this
work.
Sincerely, [
5260]
12/26/68 She requested another copy of her Life Rdg., saying
"It is almost worn out." "Since hearing from you I have
twice moved, remarried and widowed."
2/11/69 Ltr. to GD: "I was so pleased to get your pleasant
little note on my return from a trip to Ohio, and to get the
reading also.
"I think the reading has helped me most in its several
warnings about judgements. Until I came to study it I did
not realize how prone I was to see the mote in my neighbor's
eye but never the beam in my own. Like Paul, 'I claim not to
have attained' but I know I have made an improvement.
"I have done considerable writing but made no effort to have
anything published as, so far, none of them are to my
satisfaction."


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