In loving memory...

Christopher Schreiber


There's an empty seat where the old folks meet,
    When they offer their evening prayer,
And a look forlorn, for the dear one gone,
    As they gaze on his vacant chair.

There's a silent grief finds never relief,
    And a face whence the bloom has fled,
And a maiden fair, in her beauty rare,
    Who weeps for her lover -- dead.

There's a lonely grave, where a soldier brave,
    Lies asleep in the southern land,
While a rusted gun still gleams in the sun,
    On the parched and burning sand.

There's a home above, where the good God's love,
    Its perfection ever discloses --
Where the soldier is blest with eternal rest,
    And his quiet spirit reposes.

-Author unknown

Christopher Schreiber was a scholar and a gentleman.  His expertise in the construction of Civil War items was unsurpassed, and his leather goods are still considered among the best replicas ever made.  We were fortunate enough to meet Mr. Schreiber on several occasions, and were awed by his knowledge.  His loss will always be felt by those who were privileged to know and learn from him.

Myrtle Avenue Clothiers