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I've finally had a chance to update this page, and now I've lost all the info I was going to add on here! It will take me a couple days to find it again...

Please bear with me, and I will have the site up and running soon.

Please stop by and look at my examples of Period Dresses

Children's Page

Women's Health

This is a site on Women's Health in the 1800's. There is very interesting information to be found here.

Civil War Women- Online Archives

Biographies and diaries of Rose O'Neal Greenhow, Sara E. Thompson, and Alice Williamson.

Behind Closed Doors

Queen Victoria's not-so "victorian" writings about pregnancy, children, marriage, and men. Not a nice lady!


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Homespun Dress

Oh, yes I am a Southern girl,
And glory in the name,
And boast it with far greater pride
Than glittering wealth or fame.
We envy not the Northern girl,
Her robes of beauty rare,
Though diamonds grace her snowy neck,
And pearls bedeck her hair.

Hurrah! Hurrah! 
For the sunny South so dear;
Three cheers for the homespun dress
The Southern ladies wear.

The homespun dress is plain, I know,
My hat's palmetto, too;
But then it shows what Southern girls 
For Southern rights will do.
We have sent the bravest of our land
To battle with the foe,
And we will lend a helping hand;
We love the South, you know.


Now, Nothern goods are out of date
And since old Abe's blockade,
We Southern girls can be content
With goods that's Southern made.
We sent our sweethearts to the war,
But dear girls, never mind,
Your soldier-love will ne'er forget
The girl he left behind.


The soldier is the lad for me -
A brave heart I adore;
And when the sunny South is free,
And fighting is no more,
I'll choose me then a lover brave
From out the gallant band,
The soldier lad I love the best
Shall have my heart and hand.


The Southern land's a glorious land,
And has a glorious cause;
Then cheer three cheers for Southern rights,
And for the Southern boys;
We scorn to wear a bit of silk,
A bit of Northern lace,
But make our homespun dresses up,
And wear them with such grace.


And now, young man, a word to you
If you would win the fair;
Go to the field where honor calls,
And win your lady there.
Remember that our brightest smiles
Are for the true and brave,
And that our tears are all for those
Who fill a soldier's grave.

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