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Memories of a Long LifeLucy Jane Jean (Gean) WIlliuams

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10                                           Memories of a Long Life

living in Sanford, two old men in Chatham County are about all of forty that I can find living, but there are many children and grandchildren living whose parents attended my school.  I feel thankful that I often meet up with men and women now with grown children that I taught some forty, fifty, or sixty years ago.  All seem so pleased to see me and can go back in memory to their childhood days that I am now in my eighty-eighth year and am able to walk around, can see to read and write some and do some little work, but I feel now that I am getting weak and cannot hold out much longer so I am writing to leave something for perhaps the young people to read when I am gone Home.  I want the young girls and boys also, to please take the advice of an old woman who loves them.  I try to pray that God will be their guide, and that all my ever trust MOTHER.  Go to her with all your troubles, and if she is a true, good mother, one that has the Bible as her guide, she will not advise you wrong.  I am glad that I never got a letter from a young man that my Mother did not read, nor did I write one that she did not read; and I feel so much better that I can say with not a blush that I never did speak one word back to my Mother.  I am sorry that I spoke back to my father once, when I was eighteen or nineteen years old, but he gave me a slap that almost turned me around.  He did right, but he accused me of doing something he had forbidden.  I had not, and he learned later that I had not, so I say to parents as well as children to try always to have a knowledge of what was said or done before verdict is passed.

 

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