Nesbitt Memorial Library Journal, Volume 9, Number 1, January, 1999 Page: 44
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father came up with two fine horses. When my
mother asked him where he came from and
whose horses he had, (This negro had been
taken into the Confederate service) he said he
had been driving officer's wives to the camp to
see their husbands, said all he did was to drive
them around. He had been ordered to bring the
horses to his master's home, feed the horses,
and await their orders. My mother told him to
take the horses back, tell the General much of
the feed on her place had been sent to the army,
and thought he could feed his own horses. The
horses never came back.
These were our own Confederate sol-
diers but everyone in the country was very glad
when they were removed. I think they were
sent somewhere on the coast. While we saw no
fighting and few soldiers, our people were anx-
ious and worried that the Union Army would
succeed in entering ports on the coast and over-
run Texas. We did our unit in work for sol-
diers. My mother wove, made and sent clothes
and we all knit sox, wristlets, helmets, and scarf
for soldiers. When not in school my sister and
I knit. We learned to knit very fast. My mother
always furnished the wool for us to knit. We
had two house girls who knit well, but they had
to knit socks for the negroes. Our neighbors
clubbed together and sent to the border of
Mexico, bought coffee in big sacks and much
merchandise. We paid very high in Confeder-
ate money, $10 a yard for calico and $25 dol-
lars for hoop skirts, but were glad to get them
at any price. We knit our stockings and had
our shoes made on the place of goat skins that
were tanned at home. I shall not speak of the
battles on our coast as you know all of that
better than I could tell it. There was sorrow
through our state when the surrender came, but
much rejoicing when our soldiers came home.
Mr. Geo. McCormick had lost a leg and he
became the pet of all the girls, and of many
others besides the girls, for he had been a fear-
less brave soldier.
It was after the war was over that the
people of Texas had trouble. The state was over-
run with so-called politicians, but Texas called
them "Carpetbaggers." They tried in every way
they could to influence the negroes against their
former owners, but much credit must be given
to the older negroes who loved their masters
and were afraid of the carpetbaggers. I shall
pass over this time as you probably know more
about it than I can tell you, and you will think I
am trying to write a history of Texas instead of
About this time my sister and I were
taking art lessons as well as recite lessons to
Prof. H. A. Tatum. My father had planned that
we should go to Europe to study art. As a young
lady I had a very pleasant life though my fa-
ther, by no means a rich man, had enough of
this world's goods to live on. One evening while
visiting in the country at the home of Mr.
Waddell, the young men came out in buggies
and took four girls moonlight riding, each girl
in a buggy with a young man. As Mr. Waddell
did not object to his daughter going, we did not
see harm in all going. But my, the next day
when we returned home and told about our ride,
my father said, "Well now listen to me. Let
this be your last moonlight ride with any young
man," and it was our last. Could my father but
see now the difference in the pleasures of the
young and then, he would think it was not the
world he once lived in. At a picnic at Millers
Lake I met the finest young man I ever knew,
though I did not think so at that time. I was
sitting in a buggy, when Mr. Henderson, and
old friend, came up and introduced me to Mr.
F. G. Mahon. That night we had a ball in town,
and we congratulated Miss Waddell on having
the new addition to our set accompany her. That
night he gave me much attention, and from that
time on I knew he liked me best of all his girl
friends. One night a party of young people
started around the bend of the river, starting
from the North ferry, expecting to land at the
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