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Ella Daniel (search for this): chapter 8
ging her hair. Aug. 18, Friday Just returned from a visit to Woodstock, where I had a perfectly charming time. Ella Daniel wrote for Minnie Evans to bring out a party of us to spend a few days at her house, and fortunately left the selectionors and a wide hall that can be thrown together by means of sliding doors — a glorious place for dancing. Mamma and Papa Daniel have both departed this life, there were no maiden aunts or married sisters to interfere, and we young people had everythhile I was sweeping the parlor, to invite Garnett, Mett, and me to a party at his house. Then came John Ficklen with Ella Daniel, now on a visit to Minnie Evans, and Anna Robertson and Dr. Calhoun dropped in later. I had my head tied up in a veiled. But we had not long to indulge our feelings, for we had promised Minnie Evans to go to a dance she was giving for Ella Daniel, and we always stand by Minnie, though we would both a great deal rather have stayed at home. I was so tired that I m
Dick (search for this): chapter 8
rs. Jordan and Mary Anderson wanted to do some shopping, and then we went to make some visits. On our return home we met Dick and Emily, with their children, at the'front gate, going out to begin life for themselves. All their worldly possessions,can make a start for themselves, besides crockery and kitchen utensils that mother gave them, had gone before in a wagon. Dick's voice trembled as he bade me good-by, Emily could not speak at all, and Cinthy cried as if her heart would break. I felilver change out of his purse and placed it in the child's hand, and I saw a tear trickle down his cheek as he did so. Dick has hired himself out to do stable work, and has taken his family to live in a house out at Thompson's, that den of iniquile white girl — a very aggravated case-and the record of the others would rival that of the Jukes family. The old people, Dick and Emily, superannuated and helpless, are still living (1908), sheltered and provided for by their old master's daughter
Ben Jordan (search for this): chapter 8
aring for a nap when Cousin Liza came in with some of our country kin, and immediately after, Mrs. Jordan, with her sister, two children and three servants, came to spend the night. Other people came company to entertain at the same time, and want to make them enjoy themselves. By the way, Mrs. Jordan says I was right in dusting the top shelves first, so the laugh is on the other side. After dinner Mrs. Jordan and Mary Anderson wanted to do some shopping, and then we went to make some visits. On our return home we met Dick and Emily, with their children, at the'front gate, going out toy and clean up my room, though half-dead with fatigue. After breakfast I went out again with Mrs. Jordan, and we were almost suffocated by the dust. While we were crossing the square I received a psome men standing near: Oh, I wish I wasn't a Yankee! Our friends left soon after dinner. Mrs. Jordan wanted Mett and me to go home with her and attend a big country dance at old Mrs. Huling's. W
Margaret Jones (search for this): chapter 8
igned Mrs. Gabe Toombs's Chloe for keeping company with a Yankee, but when she declared that she hadn't never kep‘ company with nobody but Joe Barnett (who has another wife, if not two or three of them) they let her off. They also reported Mrs. Margaret Jones to the commandant, as suffering a sick man (in her employ) to lie dying of neglect, and subjected her to the annoyance of a visit from one of the army surgeons, while to my certain knowledge she has had a physician to see him every day, an8, Friday One continued stream of notes and messengers and visitors all day long. I hardly had time to eat my breakfast. I spent most of the morning nursing John Moore's family, who are all sick with the measles. We had a dance at Mrs. Margaret Jones's in the evening, and I don't think I ever enjoyed anything more in my life. I nearly danced my feet off, in spite of the hot weather. Between dances, I enjoyed a long tete-a-tete with my old Montgomery friend, Dr. Calhoun, who looks so
Abraham Lincoln (search for this): chapter 8
her of. I get in such a rage when I look at them that I sometimes take off my slipper and beat the senseless paper with it. No words can express the wrath of a Southerner on beholding pictures of President Davis in woman's dress; and Lee, that star of light before which even Washington's glory pales, crouching on his knees before a beetle-browed image of Columbia, suing for pardon! And these in the same sheet with disgusting representations of the execution of the so-called conspirators in Lincoln's assassination. Nothing is sacred from their disgusting love of the sensational. Even poor Harold's sisters, in their last interview with him, are pictured for the public delectation, in Frank Leslie's. Andersonville, one would think, was bad enough as it was, to satisfy them, but no; they must lie even about that, and make it out ten times worse than the reality-never realizing that they themselves are the only ones to blame for the horrors of that prison pen, as they call it. They wer
Mary Semmes (search for this): chapter 8
it only tolerably. There were not gentlemen enough to go round, and that is always awkward. Capt. Semmes was not there, either, but Anderson Reese, who is almost as nice, supplied his place. As Jenthus far, in all our experience, a fresh arrival of Yankees has meant a fresh train of woes. Capt. Semmes was spending his last evening with us, before leaving Georgia, and the whole family assembledce. Anyway, the old blunderbuss never opened its mouth in a better cause. After supper, Capt. Semmes, the last of our war friends, took his leave. He sets out for New Orleans on Wednesday, but the negroes and common soldiers would drive the rest of us out after him. I went to walk with Mary Semmes in the afternoon, and every lady we met on the street had had some unpleasant adventure. A nith us. Somebody is always sure to come when I neglect to change my dress in the evening. Mary Semmes and I took a long walk together before breakfast, and met neither Yankees nor negroes. The f
Ampey Tatoms (search for this): chapter 8
their surnames, but always that of some former master, and they go as far back as possible. It was the name of the actual owner that distinguished them in slavery, and I suppose they wish to throw off that badge of servitude. Then, too, they have their notions of family pride. All these changes are very sad to me, in spite of their comic side. There will soon be no more old mammies and daddies, no more old uncles and aunties. Instead of maum Judy and uncle Jacob, we shall have our Mrs. Ampey Tatoms, and our Mr. Lewis Williamses. The sweet ties that bound our old family servants to us will be broken and replaced with envy and ill-will. I am determined it shall not be so with ours, unless they do something to forfeit my respect. Father befriends his men in every possible way. When they fail to get work elsewhere, he tells them they can always come to him and he will give them food and shelter till they can do better. He tries to find situations for them, and they in return see
Garnett Andrews (search for this): chapter 8
I ever listened to, and made all kinds of sarcastic remarks about what he found there. He suffered Ed Morgan's trunk and a basket of fine peaches that Mrs. Toombs had gathered for Cora, to come to our house unmolested, as a special favor to Judge Andrews. I don't know what the old brute would think of Judge Andrews if he knew that in his house were stored at this moment Mrs. Toombs's family portraits and a good part of her silver plate. He has so little magnanimity himself that he will neveJudge Andrews if he knew that in his house were stored at this moment Mrs. Toombs's family portraits and a good part of her silver plate. He has so little magnanimity himself that he will never suspect such a thing as the existence of personal esteem between political opponents, as father and Gen. Toombs have nearly always been. Cora, who was at Mrs. Toombs's with a number of other friends while all this was going on, says that his manner was as hard and unfeeling as a rock; his negro sergeant actually seemed ashamed of him. Neither tears, hatred, nor contempt could move him; he actually seemed to glory in his odious work. He is a little mean-souled edition of that champion persec
Gabe Toombs (search for this): chapter 8
he Civil War was child's play. July The Toombs girls invited us to meet Mr. Van Houten, a blicted by religious people. They arraigned Mrs. Gabe Toombs's Chloe for keeping company with a Yankee Gen. Wild went up there to-day and turned Mrs. Toombs out in the most brutal manner. He only aller they had been packed, and even unrolling Mrs. Toombs's nightgowns to see if anything contraband n's trunk and a basket of fine peaches that Mrs. Toombs had gathered for Cora, to come to our househat in his house were stored at this moment Mrs. Toombs's family portraits and a good part of her s between political opponents, as father and Gen. Toombs have nearly always been. Cora, who was at Mrs. Toombs's with a number of other friends while all this was going on, says that his manner was o provision for him. This seems to distress Mrs. Toombs more than her own situation. Dr. Lane promhad just established himself comfortably in Mrs. Toombs's house, where he announced his intention o
Cooley (search for this): chapter 8
ate of our orchards and cornfields can testify. Capt. Cooley hung up two by the thumbs the other day, for robcounsel than these shrewd, painstaking Yankees. Capt. Cooley was sent out to collect evidence, and even brougafter — a pretty strong hint at negro suffrage. Capt. Cooley is reported as saying: Damn French! I had troubh Pharisaical hypocrites as Wild and French make Capt. Cooley seem almost an angel of light. We are actually with a party of negroes at old Uncle Spenser's, Capt. Cooley never associates with either of them any more thtary tribunal, nor convicted on negro evidence. Capt. Cooley says they give more weight to negro evidence tha for scenting out plunder. Aug. 4, Friday Capt. Cooley went out of town on some business or other, and stopped till we were out of the way. I also saw Capt. Cooley for the first time. His head was turned away, se dancing now and then. Aug. 29, Tuesday Capt. Cooley is to be removed and Washington is to have a new
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