and out of 1125 he killed and captured 1105 English and Tories. Campbell who informs me that he defeated Ferguson at King's Mt. At Guilford I had the opportunity of seeing Col. We got to Hillsborough the fourth day of October about 10 o'clock and that day we marched 6 miles on our way to Guilford. Some think that they are on the way to Charleston. Part of them went to Camden and crossed the Catawba River. Morgan's Light Infantry and we cannot tell how soon we must march from here. we arrived at headquarters about ten miles below Charlotte where Major-Gen'l Smallwood's Regiment was in camp, but we are to join Col. I am well at present thanks be to God for his mercies to me and I hope these few lines may find you and all my dear connections in the same state of health. I have written letters and left them at different places. =Her first husband wrote her in an undated letter: My Dear Wife, I have longed for an opportunity to write to you but have never yet been so fortunate as to have any way to send a letter to you. The names of some of her children need documentation. Robert Arthur, abt 1792 (Catherine Thomas Anderson) below Widowed, she married second to Arthur Glasgow in 'about 1782.' Another source ** says it was his 'thumb, which caused lock-jaw, from which he died in a few days.' Poor gal! The battle took place where McCorkle's wrist was wounded. In Jan 1781, she lost her father, her brother Robert and her first husband, John McCorkle, in the Battle at Cowpens in Spartanburg County, South Carolina. Morgan and was promoted from ensign to Lieutenant. She married John McCorkle (1745 - ) in Virginia. Her gravestone says she died Jan 1818, aged 63 years, so she was born in ABOUT 1755. Rebeckah Anderson McNutt, born in Virginia, was the daughter of John McNutt and Katherine Anderson.

Restless Souls and Shallow Graves by Rebecca McNutt

Compiled of two sections dedicated to her sisters and one to the prioress of the Carmel, Thérèse delves into the story of her life. Not long after I received a gift of her autobiography Story of a Soul. That is the beginning of how I discovered this beautiful Saint.  I resolved to learn what I could from her. A quiet resolve burned in her eyes and I could tell she was truly a woman who lived close to the Lord. She looked determined, holding bunches of roses (my favorite flower). He told me to pray to her and listen to the gentle whispering of what this great saint brings to my heart.Īs I left Confession, I saw a wall hanging of St. A Saint? Close to me? I didn’t think I was worthy of such patronage. I feel that she is so close to you, it’s like she is standing right behind you”. Father continued, “God is making her present in my mind very strongly. I vaguely remembered something about roses and Carmelites, but that was it. I could only respond with a helpless, “I don’t know.' I can state facts about a lot of different saints, but I never felt deeply connected to anyone in particular.  He caught me off guard by asking, “Who is your favorite saint?” Who am I? Who is this woman that God shaped and molded as part of His creation? I felt like this quiet girl from a small town in Michigan needed to be setting the world on fire in order to get approval from God and feel some kind of satisfaction from life.Įyes filled with love, my Priest looked at me and said, “Only God knows who you are and what He plans for you.' Suddenly his expression changed.  I brought this feeling and many other struggles to Confession with me one Saturday, thinking that the only way to be satisfied with what the Lord is currently doing in my life is to lay everything before Him, feel His grace and love, and receive some sound advice.Īs I poured my heart out to my priest, these words slipped out of my mouth: “I just feel like I don’t know who I am.” Shocked, I realized that was the truth. I felt broken in my life and my relationships, and that if I couldn’t do something “world changing” then I wasn’t living out my Christian duty the right way.

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