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Memories of a Long Life                                            7

people, mothers and fathers, to be gentle and kind to all, to their own children especially, but to be firm when they tell a child to do a thing, if it is only to sit down or get up or pick up a spool or anything else, but, mother, mother, be living and kind!  I love all the little children – well, I love big folks, too – and I do want to see people kind one to another, everywhere I go.  Now as I have been writing on being kind I will say that I have been in a home where there were sisters that spoke so unkindly one to another, I tried to speak in a gentle voice but I fear I did not, for I spoke short when I heard one child speak in such an impolite tone to their mother that I forgot to keep my mouth shut.  I was sorry and tried to pray.

 

            Many years ago I was left by myself when I was through my day’s work.  I did not want to stay all night by myself, and no one lived in hearing, so I went to spend the night with a near neighbor.  The woman had a grandson that she and the boy’s aunt, or his mother’s half sister, had taken.  That boy just wanted to go and come as he pleased.  He did not come until his grandmother had fed the mule (they live on the farm), milked the cow, got supper, and eaten.  She fixed his supper.  He soon went to bed, and the next morning she had done the chores and we had eaten breakfast when he got up.  I fixed up the bed; his grandmother was sweeping the floor where he had brought in trash and mud.  She had right much swept up, and just to fret her he went and kicked the trash back over where she had swept.  I turned to him and said, “If I were your grandmother I’d break a chair over your head or I’d give you a bruised head.”  He just ran up to me, stuck his face up to mine and said, “Ha, ha, you do it.”  When he did I gave him all the strength of my right hand – it wasn’t broken then.  He acknowledged that it taught him a lesson that he never forgot.