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14 Memories of a Long Life
Shed tears for the living, not for the dead,
Said a good old friend, one sad, sad day,
For pain and sorrow are now all fled
Out of that casket of beautiful clay.
Now oft in days that are past and gone
We have walked together the pleasant street,
And talked of friendship, budding flowers,
And our teacher’s smile we loved to greet.
Our classmates dear, Oh! Where are they
Who joined with us, the music to swell?
Out in the world – they can never know
How much I loved them, and how well.
Farewell, my dear, departed friend,
My mournful task is almost done;
Eternity, I hope, we’ll spend
With Jesus, thy Saviour, in heaven, our home.
Well, I got news ere. I left Mrs. Edwards’ to come home. The people of Providence wanted me to teach a school, so I came and spent about five months teaching. Rev. John Tillet was pastor of the Pittsboro Circuit and had a meeting of about two weeks in the church. The schoolhouse, was, we could say, in the church yard, so my school was stopped during the revival. It was a good time. My father came and took such an interest that he said he felt he was willing to give up his life of sin and do better. Well, in the fall brother J. B. Mansfield was living at the Governor Manley place, superintending a farm out east of Raleigh; Sister Ann wrote to me and I went; in November I had another little niece come. (note: Nov 27, 1876- Mildred M. Mansfield) Well, after Christmas Father came and brother Jimmie Johnson. I came back and brought Walter and Wilbur with me. Early in March Father’s last and only sister died. *(note: Martha's death is listed as Feb 26, 1876, however, the following appears to be in March of 1877) Not long after her death, as he was coming home, a neighbor that lived on the road was having a log rolling; he asked my father to stop, said he did not want him to do anything but just look on. It was on Friday, and a cold, piercing wind was blowing. The man’s little son came to my father and said, “I want to sit close up to you, it is so cold.” Well, father told him that it was so cold he would get on home, so he came, and told me to get something and rub his jaw, that it was almost like toothache. I rubbed his throat and gave him something to gargle. Saturday he said after breakfast that he would go over to Pittsboro. Sister Maggie had been brought home from Hickory Mountain sick, and sister Mary had been confined some time. Well, father
*Here is a possible explanation for these discrepancies... "February 26 1876=March 9 1877"
