Annie was a little girl in our town who died in the late 1800's of a tragic childhood illness. And even though her father was a doctor he could not save her. She was dark haired and had beautiful soft brown eyes, with skin as white as milk.
Annie was a violinist and it had been rumored she was destined for greatness. She is buried in a very Gothic cemetery. Her tombstone was hand carved in Italy out of the finest marble. Her grief stricken father would spare no expense . And at midnight Annie begins to play.
Annie was a violinist and it had been rumored she was destined for greatness. She is buried in a very Gothic cemetery. Her tombstone was hand carved in Italy out of the finest marble. Her grief stricken father would spare no expense . And at midnight Annie begins to play.
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It makes my heart sad that her Father was so grief stricken. I cannot imagine losing a child.
The nice part and I wish her Father knew this, but forever people will remember his Annie because of him commissioning this monument.
Thank you Nita for sharing this.
=^..^= Nita
Your telling of ...
Violin Annie.
Concerts given at midnight.
Oh how I love this!
I imagine she plays for her father.
I picture him smiling under the moon.
Listening.
Now I will open the windows
in summer for the breeze to bring the music
through the curtains. So Annie can come inside
here too.
Thank you!
=^..^= zUzU
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