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Memories of a Long Life 21
I went around some and sold a book, “Talks to Children About Jesus.” (“Talks to Children About Jesus” Mrs. G.E. Morton, published ca.1890/91 R.H.Woodward, Baltimore, Md.) I was in Pittsboro the latter part of December. There came a big snow, but a little boy whom Uncle Luther Clegg had taken to raise, came to where I was, on a horse, and said that Mr. Rufus Clegg sent him to find me. He told me to come, his wife was bad off and wanted me. I got on the horse, the little boy behind me. She was in a queer fix. Dr. H. P. Chaffin and Dr. Willie Meaden both came and did all they could but finally sent to Person County for her brother, Dr. Ralph Baynes. He came, making three doctors is all. After the examination it was proposed that she be carried to the hospital. Dr. Baynes went back home to prepare to come and carry her. He came the 20th of February, and the next morning some of the neighbor men came and toted her out to the railroad crossing in a big chair. They got to Baltimore on the 22nd, that was Washington’s birthday. The doctor that her brother wanted to examine her had gone to Washington, but he got back that afternoon, but he did not examine her until the next morning. In a few days she stood an operation, which was a success, but it was some weeks before she could be brought home. Her sister came and kept house with her children and husband. I heard she had got home, so I went the next day. She met me in the door, put her arms around me, half crying and half laughing, and said, “I looked for you to come yesterday.” I replied that I did not get the word in time. “Well,” she said, “I felt you would be the first one to come to see me when I got back.” “Well, am I not the first?” I asked. Her sister, Mrs. Thompson, was with her for awhile and left. She wrote me a nice letter some time after. Uncle Luther, as I had always called him, and my mother were sisters’ children. He told his own nephews that not one of them had waited on him as good as Lucy. Well, I sat up the first night he was set up with. The next morning I went to Rufus’ room and told him to do something. He asked if I thought him bad off, and I replied, “It is his death, or near,” so he sent to Orange for his two sisters. They, with their husbands, came. He lived several days. Aunt Tilly, his last wife, one that was true to him always, returned to her people. Rufus and family moved in the house. He was the only son; he had two sons, both of whom died just in the bloom of young manhood. I went whenever I could. Lillie said, “Come, Lucy, whenever you can; I think often how you stayed by me. I would send for you, but I know Maggie is down and needs you. I want you to come every time you can.” She was taken, and I went. She had said, “I am going to see my two boys.” She did. I went and helped to dress her body. Farewell, Lillie, till we meet in heaven.
My last living sister was helpless for two years. She would be up
