Bellona Times
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first heard Aug 2026
last heard 1 Aug
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i remember distinctly the last time this tall man came to the little house in georgia that evening before i went to bed he took me up in his arms and squeezed me very tightly my mother stood behind his chair wiping tears from her eyes
I remember how I sat upon his knee, and watched him laboriously drill a hole through a ten-dollar gold piece, and then tie the coin around my neck with a string.
I have worn that gold piece around my neck the greater part of my life, and still possess it, but more than once I have wished that some other way had been found of attaching it to me besides putting a hole through it.
on the day after the coin was put around my neck my mother and i started on what seemed to be an endless journey i knelt on the seat and watched through the train window the corn and cotton fields pass swiftly by until i fell asleep
When I fully awoke, we were being driven through the streets of a large city, Savannah.
I sat up and blinked at the bright lights.
At Savannah, we boarded a steamer, which finally landed us in New York.
From New York, we went to a town in Connecticut, which became the home of my boyhood.
My mother and I lived together in a little cottage which seemed to me to be fitted up almost luxuriously.
There were horsehair-covered chairs in the parlor and a little square piano.
There was a stairway with red carpet on it leading to a half-second story.
There were pictures on the walls and a few books in a glass-doored case.
My mother dressed me very neatly, and I developed that pride which well-dressed boys generally have.
She was careful about my associates, and I myself was quite particular.
As I look back now, I can see that I was a perfect little aristocrat.
My mother rarely went to anyone's house, but she did sewing, and there were a great many ladies coming to our cottage.
If I were around, they would generally call me and ask me my name and age and tell my mother what a pretty boy I was.
Some of them would pat me on the head and kiss me.
My mother was kept very busy with her sewing.
Sometimes she would have another woman helping her.
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