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Losing lincoln- A Modern Day Martyr Jeff Grant

Losing lincoln- A Modern Day Martyr

Jeff Grant

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Losing Lincoln has been reviewed to become a BEST SELLER among the historical modern day Educators wishing to give their students a full spectrum of insights on Abraham Lincoln. Based on a 1914 story and play, Losing Lincoln will enhance theMoreLosing Lincoln has been reviewed to become a BEST SELLER among the historical modern day Educators wishing to give their students a full spectrum of insights on Abraham Lincoln. Based on a 1914 story and play, Losing Lincoln will enhance the educators way of teaching important historical facts about his life, including additional life events not normally addressed in an educational setting. It includes various systematic notes on his childhood, upraising, moral praises, and code of conduct as a United States President. Our nations 16th President is beautifully unfolded in this book, and sure to be around in the classroom for years to come as educators get deeply involved in passing on the legacy of President Lincoln.The story begins as Abe Lincoln’s parents are newly married and starting a family. In the new home where she went to live with her husband, the young wife and future mother of yet unborn Abraham Lincoln, did not have the comforts to which we are accustomed. There were no carpets to spread over the rough, unpainted floor and only a few pieces of homemade furniture. The cooking was done before a big fireplace from which the burning logs gave the only light after the sun had set.After Abraham’s sister was born, the family moved to a different place, called Rock Spring Farm. The country  around was quite beautiful, and near the cabin, half hidden by a clump of trees and bushes, was a deep spring of clear water. On this farm the little Abraham first saw the light of birth, and here he lived until he was seven years old.In the woods near by he could watch the squirrels and rabbits at play. There was the spring close at hand with its song of gladness- there were berries to pick and nuts to gather. Yet the little boy must often have been lonely, since he had few playfellows. Then, when night came, there was no cozy, cheerful home with its bright light to welcome him—only a small, dark cabin with its bare walls and floor, and a hard bed under the roof, through whose cracks the rain could beat down on the child’s face below.