Copyright
Helen Forder
2005
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Mary Sabin
Powell's Story ... continued
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Another childhood
recollection was of a day when Father and Mother were gone from home. The
girl who was hired to tend us locked me in the laundry room or shed at the back
of the house. Her tone, as well as her words, "the bad man will get
you," frightened me terribly. I cried myself to sleep. As soon as
Father came home, he found me and carried me gently to bed.
" Never leave the children with that girl again. She'll scare them to
death," said he to Mother.
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We had a pretty neighbor
lady in this place. She was plump and fair, with bright eyes and rosy
cheeks. I played with her little daughter. The aged grandfather used to
share our amusements from his high-backed wicker chair. One day Father came
and found us all three asleep in that position. For many moments he stood
and gazed upon us. To him it was a most beautiful picture.
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Father was an expert mason
by trade. He took large building contracts. His brother, David, in New
York, often wrote urging Father to join him in America. But mother would
not leave her aged father alone in Wales. Neither did my father wish to
forsake him in his declining years.
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After grandfather died, my parents
prepared to immigrate to America and join Uncle David. Just then Father met
with an accident. He fell off a house. This laid him up for some time and
used up all the money.
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One day an old man of our
parish came to mother and said, "Eliza my girl, I want to talk to you.
I own a large home and two farms, but I am very lonely. I want you and John
to come and live in my house until my daughter Jennie returns."
Mother said that she would refer the proposition to Father. The old
gentleman replied, "Eliza, if you are bent on doing it, John will do
it. You are careful, thrifty, tidy. All you need to do is to cook my meals
and wash me a shirt. Come and live in my house and save money."
The old gentleman was not a relative at all, but he seemed to Mother like
an uncle. Father made up his mind to accept the offer. We went and remained
almost two years. In this place my sister Margaret was born.
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Our next move was to Blen
Avon [sic] where Father had taken a large contract for building flumes at
the Iron Works. Our moving was very interesting to me. A drive of twenty
mules came to our door. Father and Jones and another man strapped the
furniture onto the mules. They drove the mules over the mountain. The
family rode in the wagon.
Smokestacks, chimneys, and rows and rows of houses greeted our eyes as we
rode over the hill into Blen Avon [sic]. At night the Iron Works gleamed
through the darkness. To me the blast furnaces resembles enormous giants.
There were two rows of houses, nine houses in each row. I distinctly
recollect that one row was new houses and the other was old ones. We moved
into a new house, the second one in the row. Here my little sister Lizzie
was born.
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