SOME REMEMBERANCES - THE YEAR OF 1901
I was born in N. C - Henderson County on French Broad River. My first home was there. Often my memory goes back to that dear old home where I spent my childhood days. Mother and Father were Presbyterians and they taught me fear and reverance for God and I have always been glad and thank the Lord for giving me good parents. I remember the first day I went to school - times were quite different thento what they are now.We never used tablets nor lead pencils - we used slates and slate pencils. The books have all been changed since then.It was two miles and a half to the Academy where we went to school.I remember one evening my little brother younger than myself, we two were coming from school - my brother got some oakballs and ate them - they made him sick and I wa in great disterss - couldn't carry him and he wouldn't walk but a little piece at a time and then lay down on the side of the road. We kept slowly coming along this way till dark was about to catch us. My Mother sent for us. We got home safe. Many a day I have toddled along that road to school - my older brothers and sisters could walk faster than I could trot. When I was about 13 yrs. old that terrible war came (the Civil war) and oh! what a sad time it was having to part with our dear friends.I had three brothers and one brother-in-law that went. My youngest little brother died the first year of the war - one brother was killed on the battlefield - one died at the hospital in Richmond, Virginia - my brother-in-law came home sick and died. So you see our family had a share of grief as well as thousands of others. Oh! it was critical times. I remember one time when one of my brothers was at home on furlough - some yankies made a raid through our country and a company of them came to our house, dashed into the house, got after my brother with pistols, pointed in his face - we expected them to shoot him ever minute as he wasa strong secessionist but his life was spared. The last year of the war was dangerous times - the Torrys would come t night and sometimes in daylight - they killed several of our best citizens. I remember them coming to our house, plundering all through the rooms and one of them pointed a pistol in my Mother's face. Well, I will not go into all details of that war. It is all over now and I hope there will never be another here like it. Well, when I was 19 years old I married to P. E. Johnson in the year A.A. (12-11-1866). Then I left my home never to call home anymore - yes, my dear old Fatherand Mother have crossed over the river. They had 10 children all are dead but fourof us. Well, since I married we have moved 17 times so you see I have had a good many places to call home up to tjis time (1901). We have ten children - they are all living, my youngest one 11 years old. Every parent knows what it takes to raise a family of ten that has raised that many - Oh! it is a great responsibility resting on them. Somtimes the very best we can do, some will take the wrong steps - there is so many temptations spread out in this world and it is hard for some to resist them. I have given my children all up to God who gave them and trusting in him to save them through His Son who died for us all.
Mary Frances Osborne Johnson
I was born in N. C - Henderson County on French Broad River. My first home was there. Often my memory goes back to that dear old home where I spent my childhood days. Mother and Father were Presbyterians and they taught me fear and reverance for God and I have always been glad and thank the Lord for giving me good parents. I remember the first day I went to school - times were quite different thento what they are now.We never used tablets nor lead pencils - we used slates and slate pencils. The books have all been changed since then.It was two miles and a half to the Academy where we went to school.I remember one evening my little brother younger than myself, we two were coming from school - my brother got some oakballs and ate them - they made him sick and I wa in great disterss - couldn't carry him and he wouldn't walk but a little piece at a time and then lay down on the side of the road. We kept slowly coming along this way till dark was about to catch us. My Mother sent for us. We got home safe. Many a day I have toddled along that road to school - my older brothers and sisters could walk faster than I could trot. When I was about 13 yrs. old that terrible war came (the Civil war) and oh! what a sad time it was having to part with our dear friends.I had three brothers and one brother-in-law that went. My youngest little brother died the first year of the war - one brother was killed on the battlefield - one died at the hospital in Richmond, Virginia - my brother-in-law came home sick and died. So you see our family had a share of grief as well as thousands of others. Oh! it was critical times. I remember one time when one of my brothers was at home on furlough - some yankies made a raid through our country and a company of them came to our house, dashed into the house, got after my brother with pistols, pointed in his face - we expected them to shoot him ever minute as he wasa strong secessionist but his life was spared. The last year of the war was dangerous times - the Torrys would come t night and sometimes in daylight - they killed several of our best citizens. I remember them coming to our house, plundering all through the rooms and one of them pointed a pistol in my Mother's face. Well, I will not go into all details of that war. It is all over now and I hope there will never be another here like it. Well, when I was 19 years old I married to P. E. Johnson in the year A.A. (12-11-1866). Then I left my home never to call home anymore - yes, my dear old Fatherand Mother have crossed over the river. They had 10 children all are dead but fourof us. Well, since I married we have moved 17 times so you see I have had a good many places to call home up to tjis time (1901). We have ten children - they are all living, my youngest one 11 years old. Every parent knows what it takes to raise a family of ten that has raised that many - Oh! it is a great responsibility resting on them. Somtimes the very best we can do, some will take the wrong steps - there is so many temptations spread out in this world and it is hard for some to resist them. I have given my children all up to God who gave them and trusting in him to save them through His Son who died for us all.
Mary Frances Osborne Johnson
SOME REMEMBERANCES - THE YEAR OF 1901
I was born in N. C - Henderson County on French Broad River. My first home was there. Often my memory goes back to that dear old home where I spent my childhood days. Mother and Father were Presbyterians and they taught me fear and reverance for God and I have always been glad and thank the Lord for giving me good parents. I remember the first day I went to school - times were quite different thento what they are now.We never used tablets nor lead pencils - we used slates and slate pencils. The books have all been changed since then.It was two miles and a half to the Academy where we went to school.I remember one evening my little brother younger than myself, we two were coming from school - my brother got some oakballs and ate them - they made him sick and I wa in great disterss - couldn't carry him and he wouldn't walk but a little piece at a time and then lay down on the side of the road. We kept slowly coming along this way till dark was about to catch us. My Mother sent for us. We got home safe. Many a day I have toddled along that road to school - my older brothers and sisters could walk faster than I could trot. When I was about 13 yrs. old that terrible war came (the Civil war) and oh! what a sad time it was having to part with our dear friends.I had three brothers and one brother-in-law that went. My youngest little brother died the first year of the war - one brother was killed on the battlefield - one died at the hospital in Richmond, Virginia - my brother-in-law came home sick and died. So you see our family had a share of grief as well as thousands of others. Oh! it was critical times. I remember one time when one of my brothers was at home on furlough - some yankies made a raid through our country and a company of them came to our house, dashed into the house, got after my brother with pistols, pointed in his face - we expected them to shoot him ever minute as he wasa strong secessionist but his life was spared. The last year of the war was dangerous times - the Torrys would come t night and sometimes in daylight - they killed several of our best citizens. I remember them coming to our house, plundering all through the rooms and one of them pointed a pistol in my Mother's face. Well, I will not go into all details of that war. It is all over now and I hope there will never be another here like it. Well, when I was 19 years old I married to P. E. Johnson in the year A.A. (12-11-1866). Then I left my home never to call home anymore - yes, my dear old Fatherand Mother have crossed over the river. They had 10 children all are dead but fourof us. Well, since I married we have moved 17 times so you see I have had a good many places to call home up to tjis time (1901). We have ten children - they are all living, my youngest one 11 years old. Every parent knows what it takes to raise a family of ten that has raised that many - Oh! it is a great responsibility resting on them. Somtimes the very best we can do, some will take the wrong steps - there is so many temptations spread out in this world and it is hard for some to resist them. I have given my children all up to God who gave them and trusting in him to save them through His Son who died for us all.
Mary Frances Osborne Johnson
I was born in N. C - Henderson County on French Broad River. My first home was there. Often my memory goes back to that dear old home where I spent my childhood days. Mother and Father were Presbyterians and they taught me fear and reverance for God and I have always been glad and thank the Lord for giving me good parents. I remember the first day I went to school - times were quite different thento what they are now.We never used tablets nor lead pencils - we used slates and slate pencils. The books have all been changed since then.It was two miles and a half to the Academy where we went to school.I remember one evening my little brother younger than myself, we two were coming from school - my brother got some oakballs and ate them - they made him sick and I wa in great disterss - couldn't carry him and he wouldn't walk but a little piece at a time and then lay down on the side of the road. We kept slowly coming along this way till dark was about to catch us. My Mother sent for us. We got home safe. Many a day I have toddled along that road to school - my older brothers and sisters could walk faster than I could trot. When I was about 13 yrs. old that terrible war came (the Civil war) and oh! what a sad time it was having to part with our dear friends.I had three brothers and one brother-in-law that went. My youngest little brother died the first year of the war - one brother was killed on the battlefield - one died at the hospital in Richmond, Virginia - my brother-in-law came home sick and died. So you see our family had a share of grief as well as thousands of others. Oh! it was critical times. I remember one time when one of my brothers was at home on furlough - some yankies made a raid through our country and a company of them came to our house, dashed into the house, got after my brother with pistols, pointed in his face - we expected them to shoot him ever minute as he wasa strong secessionist but his life was spared. The last year of the war was dangerous times - the Torrys would come t night and sometimes in daylight - they killed several of our best citizens. I remember them coming to our house, plundering all through the rooms and one of them pointed a pistol in my Mother's face. Well, I will not go into all details of that war. It is all over now and I hope there will never be another here like it. Well, when I was 19 years old I married to P. E. Johnson in the year A.A. (12-11-1866). Then I left my home never to call home anymore - yes, my dear old Fatherand Mother have crossed over the river. They had 10 children all are dead but fourof us. Well, since I married we have moved 17 times so you see I have had a good many places to call home up to tjis time (1901). We have ten children - they are all living, my youngest one 11 years old. Every parent knows what it takes to raise a family of ten that has raised that many - Oh! it is a great responsibility resting on them. Somtimes the very best we can do, some will take the wrong steps - there is so many temptations spread out in this world and it is hard for some to resist them. I have given my children all up to God who gave them and trusting in him to save them through His Son who died for us all.
Mary Frances Osborne Johnson
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