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Memories of a Long Life 19
Jesus, some old and gray-haired and some dear little ones. I made up some money and gave the preacher some who spent a week, and gave Mr. Burke somewhere in the teens of dollars to build a church. In a few years there was a nice one built. I went to the association there that opened the 28th of September, 1927. It had been 57 or 58 years since I had taught there. Some old men with grown children were there to give me a welcome, and they did.
The State Normal School was held in Chapel Hill for several years. I attended for four or five years and felt that I was benefited. One of my neighbor girls did not believe in them at all, and she was looked upon as being truly sanctified. She would not go. One summer while I was there she made a visit to her mother’s people. One of her cousins proposed to go over to Chapel Hill and see how it was over there. Well, she met me soon after she got there, and after passing a few words she said, “Well, Lucy, have you learned anything since you have been here?” I said, “Yes, I have learned one thing well.” “What have you learned? She asked. I replied, “I have learned that I knew nothing when I came.”
When I came home Uncle Jimmie Harmon sent over to know if I would go up to his son-in-law’s, whose wife and her four children were all down with typhoid fever, two doctors there every day and not a nurse, white or black, could they get anywhere. “If we cannot get Lucy we will have to give up,” they said. I said I would go, got a valise and put in a change of clothes. Uncle Jimmie drove up in his jersey, so I got in and he carried me. It was about ten miles. When we arrived Dr. Stroud was there. I think he was there every day, and Dr. Lucian Hank right often. Well, I spent several weeks. Only one woman was in the house. Cousin Lizzie Clark was not able to nurse her baby, so I took it and had to prepare food and feed it. I did the best I could for all for several weeks; not a night did I undress to lie down. I had given Cousin Lizzie a change when I could. I noticed on Friday that she seemed weaker. I asked her if she could turn over or raise up so I could bathe her and put on a clean change. She said she would try, and she did. I got a basin of water and gave her a bath the best I could and put a clean gown on her. She seemed so weak that I felt uneasy, and I went and got an old colored woman to come and sit up with me. Not a person, white or black, had ever spent one night; Mrs. Dixon, the only woman that had been in the house, having spent one evening. The colored woman would not sit on the side next to the bed. I did get her to hold the baby for me to turn Cousin Lizzie. I felt that she was failing. Well, just about twelve o’clock, a whippoorwill commenced to holler or sing. The old woman said, “Listen, did you ever
