By Ronald W. Brown


Eliza’s Grave is the working title for my book-in-progress. This series will feature excerpts from the work-in-progress. Periodically, I will interject stories from where The Crow left off—up until my early adulthood.  I also welcome any input from you—my editors–on Eliza’s story. Some of the events detailed in Eliza’s Grave, actually happened, some didn’t.


Chapter 1: A time to Be Born


To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven (Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 Modern English Version, MEV)


My Mama name me Eliza Maria, but e’rybody jest call me Liza. My last name is England; like de country England. I think de last name come from one of de ole Massahs.


Mama birf me into de world right here in Choctaw County, Georgia, on de first day of Jan’rary in de year, nineteen hundred.


It was a joyful day for her ‘cause I wuz her first chile and I wuz born on de first day of de first monf, of de first year, of a new cent’ry.


She say to me—when I wuz a bit older—dat she heard some of de White folks in town say it wuz even “de beginnin’ of a new ‘ma’lennum”.


Dey say dat represent a thousand years. I couldn’t even imagine dat many years passin’—not back den.


Anyhow, de old folks told her I wuz special ‘cause a my birfday.


Dey say to her, dat I wuz “bound for great things.”


Today is a special day too, but d’ere ain’t no joy on dis day. Today is Jan’rary de tenf, nineteen hundred and fifteen; de day I wuz killed!


Over yonder, in de norf’west corner of dis cemetery—jest inside de tree line—barely noticeable from here, sits a mound of red clay dirt. Underneaf dat mound of red dirt lays my mortal remain–crumpled and beaten–all what’s left of my life here on dis earf.



Page I


the story continues next week.





  1. Wow, this has me hooked already Ron.
    The last lines really caught me by surprise, and well done on the way you keep the dialogue running in accent, mode of speech, and time the narrative takes place that is never as easy as it looks.
    I’ve been away from posts for a while having been involved with my own ‘Of Patchwork Warriors’ fantasy novel which I finally put onto Amazon Kindle this week.
    I’m taking this opportunity to express my personal thanks to you for helping me along. I don’t know if you recall I was posting up extracts on my blog; your kind comments telling that from your experience as a medic in the armed forces you could relate to ‘Medician Beritt’ was one of the factors which spurred me on to make sure the whole work was completed. This comment also encouraged me to engage with the characters in more depth.
    Thanks again Ron.
    I hope I can be of some assistance to you someday.

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    1. I remember the Patchwork Warriors well. You inspired me to post excerpts in a like manner. You’re very inspirational Roger. Thanks for being there for us fledglings. I’m going to make it a point to skip over to Amazon today. ☺

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      1. Thank you Ron, those are very generous words, I appreciate their value a great deal. One of the many good things about the Word Press writing community is that everyone is there for everyone else and we are a community. Raises the spirits in these times when meanness, ignorance and pettiness shove their way to the fore.
        Keep up the good work Ron👍👍

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