people,” most of whom told her the story of their lives.
Briefly, she touched life at every point.
Finally, on May 5, she reached San Francisco
, and a few hours later the ranch of San Geronimo
, where the Mailliards had been living for some years.
“Situation very beautiful,” she says; “a cup in the mountains.”
Here she found her beloved sister Annie, the “little Hitter” of her early letters; here she spent happy days, warm with outer and inner sunshine.
was a-tiptoe with eagerness to see and hear the author of the “Battle Hymn
” ; many lectures were planned, in San Francisco
The Journal gives but brief glimpses of this California
visit, which she always recalled with delight as one of the best of all her “great good times.”
In the newspaper clippings, preserved in a scrapbook, we find the adjectives piled mountain high in praise and appreciation.
Though not yet seventy, she was already, in the eye of the youthful reporter, “aged” ; her silver hair was dwelt on lovingly; people were amazed at her activity.
One of the great occasions was the celebration of Decoration Day by the Grand Army of the Republic in the Grand Opera House
, at which she was the guest of honor.
The house was packed; the stage brilliant with flowers and emblems.
Her name was cheered to the echo.
She spoke a few words of acknowledgment.
“I join in this celebration with thrilled and uplifted heart.
I remember those camp-fires, I remember those dreadful battles.
It was a question with us women, ”