The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1912-07-03
A REUNION OF BROTHERS.

II is not my intention to write VI
the reunion at Macon; that has al
ready been done. Macon dld hohoi
to herself, the way in Wnlch she tooh
care of the thousands OF Veterahf
and visitors. The decorations WeFT
numerous and beautiful, and the Guy
did herself proud in feeding ano
sIeening about 10000 old bullet
Scared veterans so bountifully. the
reunion was a great success at Macon
in 1912. 1t was at the Brown House
in Macon where 4 met two OF my
brothers.. F. Wright of PARROT
Ga. and A. C. Wright of st. Peters
hurg. Fla, and their wives. After
ENJOYING the reunion for three days
we all came to South Carolina, and
for twenty-five days we enjoyed q
family reunion, with relatives ana
friends. enjoying the very fat OF the
land and living over again our ooy-
hood DAYS. And, withal, this was
one of the most enjoyable gatherings
of friends and loved ones that TINS
writer has ever experienced. Out OF
nine brothers only three or US are
living, and we reside in three diner
ent states. We have three living
sisters.
Back Again at the Oaks.
One of the most peculiar pleasures
mingled with a great degree OF sad
ness was our visit to the Oaks. rms
is where we first saw the hight OF
day, and this time was the hrst IN
At wears all three of us had been TO-
gether. The kind friends who now
own the dear old home at the
Oaks gave us all the liberty and
conducted us through all OF the
apartments This is where our moth
er first taught us how to pray and
father first set us the example OF
godlinees. This is where we remem-
her our first Christmas and Santa
Claus. While there the first thing OF
note that attracted our attention
was the Southern mock1ng-Dlro,
swinging high up in the hickory tree
by the front gate, piping his sweet
carols of welcome to us as ne useo
to sing in the ante-bellum days as
we worked in the cotton and the
cane. So, we stopped and listened
to the mocking-bird. 1t is the most
wonderful singer in the South, and
can live only in Dixie. Thousands
of these birds have been transported
to Northern states, but they can I
live in that cold climate. Let US
unite in saving this sweet singer
from destruction. The young negro
with his gun and pebble shooter con-
tinues to make war on him, and once
gone he is gone forever. 1t not only
sings through the day, but at night
when the moon unveils her face and
the stars from their silver sockets
throw the soft mellow light upon the
earth this same sweet songster Will
continue to send out to the air and
the clouds his music while all nature
is silent and still; and his notes so
faithfully translate and portray
by day and by night the mys-
teries of human sentiments
joys, its hopes, its bright asp1-
rations, its sorrows aud its mis-
eries-in tuneful melody. And
while listening to this historic sing
er (for it has a confederate history
a tear would gather in the eye; but
there is a sacredness in tears-they
are messages of our Overwhelming
grief; there is also a pleasure in
tears, an awful pleasure; they are
not marks of weakness, as one has
said, but of power. But am digress-
ing somewhat from the subject in
hand. come back to the Oaks.
AS we wandered here and there
over the many places where we all
once roamed and romped we occa-