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About Lillian Carol Russell
![]() December 8th, 1944 After her three days in labor the doctors told my mother that I was dead, by cesarean they removed a healthy baby girl very much alive with hair of red. My dad serving in the army was flown in from Germany, for the funeral of his firstborn, he thought he’d come to bury me. Thinking he’d lost his baby and that he may lose his wife, he was in for the surprise of his life. My death was highly over rated, not at all what the doctors anticipated. The state of Louisiana, The United States of America, Planet Earth. Born in New Orleans, Louisiana, Raised in Roseland, Louisiana. A native of that area for 55 years. I am now a Texan by choice, having followed our hearts, we moved to Texas in June of 2000 to be near our grandchildren. I grew up in a small southern town where everyone knew everyone. My love of poetry began in high school. As I studied the writings of those long dead poets, something stirred deep within my soul. I had a burning desire to leave behind words that would span down through the years, and bring a smile to someone's face, and as well perhaps some tears. I had a great teacher, Anna P. Watson who encouraged me to write. Words in poetry are much like the brush held in an artist’s hand, the poet strokes the imagination and a picture comes forth in your mind. Yet deeper than a mere painting, the word has the power to involve you on a deep emotional level.
DEDICATION I dedicate this web site to the memory of my father who died in 1984 after a five year battle with cancer. He was a man who saw the good in all people and chose to overlook the bad. Also to my beloved husband who helped, guided and encouraged me, to my children, my grandchildren and all the people who loved, laughed and cried with me on the journey to where I am today. Without you what would I have written about? Your encouragement has inspired and guided me to share my poetry, stories and a slice of my life with all who will take the time to read. Music by Margi Harrell ![]() ![]()
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