Excellent story on how persistence paid off, identifying a soldier's relic.
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The story begins 15 years ago, when a friend gave me some old letters, newspapers and books found in a house in South Danville. I remember looking everything over, then storing the box on a shelf in a closet.
Last week, while hunting for something else, I stumbled into the box again.
The old Bible, swaddled in Saran Wrap, caught my eye. It’s small — 31/2 inches by 51/2 inches — and in sad shape. The back cover is gone; the front one is detached. Everything before Leviticus 26 is missing. The leather spine is crumbling. The type is tiny, tiny, tiny.
Two things caught my eye.
On the last page, in ink: “Mrs. Joseph Jones, South Danville, Ills.”
Also, a little penciled note: “This Bible was given my mother, Mary Jones, by an old man for being allowed to sleep in our barn — very cold & deep snow on ground. He said he carried it thru the Civil War.”
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