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30 Memories of a Long Life
some of he wealthiest and highest educated people and many governors also, from “Athens to Rome.” I was treated well and asked to come again but I never tried to intrude. I felt and new that I was just a poor country raised girl, but I tried to let people see that my mother had tried to teach me and I tried to follow her advice and teaching.
In writing something of my life going up and down, I’ve not written any of my married life. I shall say but little of that, for it was so unpleasant, I would not want the people of the country or city and own to know what I had to suffer.
Old Mrs. Bowles, Mr. Williams’ first wife’s mother, was the tallest woman I ever saw. She was 88 years old. While she was with us I tired to be kind and do little deeds that were but little ones. I felt she was old and perhaps not as limber in arms and knees as she had been. One day I thought perhaps she would feel some better if she had a bath. I got a little tub or basin, had warm water; a good wash rag and towels. She was in my room. I told her what I was preparing to do. After I had her body clean, as she wished, I had her put her feet in the tub. I got down with a towel, bathed about her knees, wiped them all off good, and then she said, well, she did not know what to say, for I was the first and only person that had ever offered to perform such a service for her. If any one ever had, it was when she was a child. She had the man who was tending her farm, she told him to bring her back the second time, that she had spent one winter at John Williams’ since he married Lucy Gean and was treated so well, and knew she tried to please and do her duty, and that she waned to go back, waned to die there. She told this, and the man who worked for her told it. As she was on her dying bed, Jefferson Ellington, her oldest daughter’s only child, took him, raised him and loved him, her only living daughter, Mrs. Howell, with three girls and Jefferson were all sent for. Mr. Williams’ two daughters were all in the room. She, old Mrs. Bowles, sent for me, told me to sit down in a chair by her bed; I did. She took my hand and held it, told Eva to go bring her her black silk bonnet, took it and said, “Now I want you all to hear me, one daughter and five granddaughters with my grandson to hear me. I want Lucy to have this bonnet, and you all to hear me say she has waited on me, done what not one of my granddaughters or my one daughter has ever done.” She held my hand until death released her grip. Her body was carried back to her old home neighborhood. I hope to meet her in heaven. We shall know each other there. I will say with tears of sorrow that I did speak in a tone of voice not as gentle as I should and as was pleasing to God’s sight.
