Well, thank the Lord Liv has reached home at last, after 20 long and dreary months in a Yankee prison. Walked from Richmond yesterday and staid at the Piping Tree last night, and rode a horse of cousin William Turner’s down today. Arrived just before dinner. Poor fellow shows the effects of Yankee treatment. Is quite thin, looks haggard and care worn from the privation and hardships he has undergone while in their hands. We were all so delighted to see him and welcome him once more to his home, and if the love and affection of fond brothers and sisters and all that I can do will again restore him to his usual vivacity, nothing will be lacking on our part. He tried on a handsome coat, a present from Hardie, and it fits him beautifully. Also two pair of shoes from the same. Bill and the children hardly know how to express their joy. He brought a present a piece for the children and myself from Point Lookout, a beautiful ring a piece for Bake, Pigeo and Nannie, and his miniature in a heart pin for me. I prize it so much.1It was common for Civil War prisoners to carve rings, pipes, religious, and other small items in their “spare time.” Considered by many “folk art” today, they were carved from anything handy – wood, bone, metal. These items were sometime used as trade goods with guards and well as the use noted by Caroline. Examples of these carved items can be found in museums and auction houses today. This pastime has probably been around as long as there have been prisoners. My heart overflows with gratitude and love to my Father for the blessings and mercies his all bountiful hand showers upon one so undeserving of the least of them. – – Bill has been endeavoring today to have the garden enclosure prepared. It has cleared up this evening after a tremendous rain in the forenoon and it’s fine to have some good weather. – – I wove over a yard on my dress today. Bake sat in the weaving room with me till Liv came.