EDITOR’S NOTE: Tuggie Ward Hutson was going through some old papers recently and came across this poem written by her aunt, Rose Ward Johnson, sister to Will Ward. By Rose Ward JohnsonI think I have never beenTo a lovelier spot than the Island, Gwynn.Fertile and green is this beautiful land,God fashioned it with a loving hand. The angels must look down and smileWhen they behold this emerald isle,Surrounded by Haven, River and Bay,“How peaceful it looks!,” they softly say. My day’s work ends as evening draws near,Then I hasten to that island so dearTo my heart—and my cares, one by one,Vanish along with the setting sun. I cross the bridge and soon I seeMy loved ones waiting to welcome me.Joy and happiness with me abideIn this house of mine by the Haven side. We fish, and cruise the waters o’er,We ramble along the island shore.In my sequestered retreatDays seem short and life is sweet. Why do I love the island so?I cannot tell—but this I know,Living, here, is at its best,Where my heart’s ...