Excerpt from Recollections Written in the Library of Congress, Washington
Sixty years today since my young mother went through her first and vital agony for me. She was just past twenty-one years old. She was a comely woman, married at twenty and settled on a little farm my father had cleared and tilled. The frame house he built for her and where I was born stands yet about two miles west of the Gastonia, N. C., railway station and near the t...
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