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Memories of a Long Life 25
time for awhile till some of the folks talked to Mildred and Raymond about a man that had a farm on Deep River and would give them an extra good chance. I was hurt badly. I cried, for I loved them al, but I told Mildred if they could do so much better, why I would not be against them. I wanted them to do well, but oh, how I was hurt. I loved them all and would be so lonesome if they left me. Raymond had been told, and the man had shown him, how level the land was, not a rock to hit his plow, the house comfortable; he would have a well dug in the yard as the water was so far. A man came and was digging the well when they got there with their furniture, but did not finish it, left and never came back. The water was quite a distance and they had to cross a stream. Well, neither Raymond nor Mildred was at all satisfied, nor do I think any of the children were. Cornelia had chills, and I believe that move was the cause of Mildred having pellagra. They were so dissatisfied that they came back to the old neighborhood. I would have been glad for them to have come back into my house, but it was locked up and I away. I feel that it was the cause of her death. She got so bad off she went to Durham. I had returned from a trip to Greensboro, High Point and Thomasville Orphanage. I was so glad, and I was right ready and went with her to Watts Hospital, where she spent a few days and then returned home. Oh, how sad it was. One of the women down in the old neighborhood asked Mildred about her stay. She told me she said, “Don’t ask me. The worst day’s work I ever did was the day I left Aunt Lucy’s, so I don’t want anybody to ask me; it was such a mistake.”
The winter that she and her family were down there I made first stop in Durham. Wilbur came on Sunday, had about two hours to stay, and carry me back in January. I went to Danville and spent one week. He came and brought me to High Point to one of my nieces, Ester Brooks, who lived there. I spent one week with them. She had a chum and they were almost like sisters; they treated me good and kind. I wrote to Dr. Luther Kistler that I wanted to come and be there one Sunday to hear the preacher. He answered and said I could come. I never went without carrying a supply of something for the orphans; I have a feeling for all the orphans. I attended Sunday school and preaching the 2nd day of February, and left on Monday.
