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Excerpt from "Alex's Place" by Dorothy Dixon.
Published in the premiere issue of Fairfax Magazine:

he said to him,
"Sunni, pass me the yellow yarn from that basket please."
As he reached for the yarn he said, "Grandma why do you call me Sunni?"
"Because that's your name honey bun," she replied.
"My name is Alex," he said, "Alexander."
"Yes, that's your first name. Your full name is Alexander Sunni Ailber."
Alex wondered as he looked at his beautiful Grandma. "Grandma," he
asked, "where did I get that name?"
"I gave it to you." she said. "You were named after a great African warrior and king."
Alex moved closer, for he knew that his Grandma was about to tell him
another wonderful story.

©1991 Dorothy Dixon

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Rendezvous at Broken Limb

Excerpt from "Rendezvous at Broken Limb" by Blaine Taylor.
Published in the premiere issue of Fairfax Magazine:

uddenly, a great clamor arose in the street, outside.
One of Zach Tookey's friends was running down the street from the railroad office on his way to the sheriff's. As he hurried own the street, he shouted out the news that was to set Broken Limb on its ear and was destined to create one of the West's greatest legends.

The crowed finally stopped him in front of the Cow's Bar, and, as clouds of dust swirled about their heads, listened raptly as the boy blurted out his story.

©1991 Blaine Taylor

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Avon Justin Bellamy

Excerpt from "Brotherhood of the Silent Hand" by Avon Justin Bellamy.
Published in the premiere issue of Fairfax Magazine:

is eyes scanned the treeline
and saw a faint movement about 450 yards up the coast; a place he had reconned earlier as being the most likely spot for a beach landing. He lifted the starlight scope to his eye and examined the place where he had seen the motion. He saw a man crouched in the trees. Closer scrutiny showed two more lying flat on the ground looking out over the bay. One of them, obviously the leader of the small band, peered through binoculars.

There were three of them. His information said there would be six.

He pulled himself into kneeling position and drew the gun bag to him.

©1991 Avon Justin Bellamy

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The Man Who Claimed Kin to Stonewall Jackson

Excerpt from David Sawyer's story, The Man Who Claimed Kin To Stonewall Jackson, featured in our premiere issue of Fairfax Magazine:

Chapter 7
Big City Lou

hrowing caution to the wild blue yonder,
but still being true to form, Aunt Lou left town with her young man and headed for New York City. Her leaving was without benefit of a marriage ceremony or any type of commitment or promise. The fire that flared up between the dedicated black nationalist and the sultry mulatto wench welded them together with a fastness that left no need for conventional ties or bonds.

...As for Lou, in her euphoric state,m their was no time for petty things like home or family. It was the middle of June 1920, and great things were about to happen. Lou's letters to Mama came almost daily. They were full of vivid details about Lou's new life. The UNIA offices were located in New York City's Harlem, site of the happy couples destination.

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Loeschke

Excerpt from the book The Path Between: An Historical Novel of the Dickinson Family of Amherst, by Maravene S. Loeschke, Ph. D. published by C. H. Fairfax Co., as well as being featured in our premiere issue of Fairfax Magazine:

May, 1886

ven the brilliant pink and white dogwood sprinkled amid the vivid green could not brighten the path. As Martha waited, she sat on the soft tuft of grass under her favorite elm. Here was the path's center.
She could not control the flutter in her stomach. The path between Dickinson's houses, which she has skipped many times as a child, gradually had become an elongated garden from lack of use. More often than mot she had been forbidden, by her mother at one end or y her aunts on the other, to cross between the houses. Today she and her mother would walk the path on their first social visit to the aunts' house in three years.

©1991 Maravene S. Loeschke

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