"In the early years of the nineteenth century
when Martinsburg was only a comfortable village
and what are now streets
were gardens, cow pastures and forests,
there stood at the southern edge of town, a white plastered home
surrounded by spacious grounds shaded by oaks, elms, and maples."
from A Family History
written by Jane Faulkner White
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| Present Day, Sept. 2006, Front Lawn Picnic |
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