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CHAPTER TWO FISHFRY/WEDDING After the crops were planted in the spring of 1737, we cut and cleared 80 additional acres during that summer. No water-powered sawmills were in operation, because of the
sparse population, so we used logs, along with stone and clay from the creek for buildin'
material. With all the logs available we enlarged our kitchen and added a second story to the house. The Negro families of Jack, Gimmie, Prince, and Joe were happy to get four new larger cabins. The Negroes lived in cramped quarters because our goals were first, to plant a crop, and second, to clear more land. The two old Negro cabins were put to good use as corn cribs. Our old kitchen was converted to a much needed storage room and pantry. The added space did a lot to improve harmony around the place. It was Gimmie who shaved the bark and the high spots off the logs to ready them for buildin. I noticed he was savin all the longer thin strips and dryin them in the sun. I never questioned him, but I was curious. He began weavin the strips into a large basket. My curiosity really began to peak when I realized he was leavin gaps of over two inches between each strip. When he began closin in the top of what I thought was a huge basket, my curiosity got the best of me, and I asked him, What in the devil are you gonna keep in a basket with two inch gaps, and how in tarnation are you gonna get it in there in the first place? Gimmies reply, through a wide knowin grin was, Jus you wait, Missa Theo, jus you wait. Not until late one afternoon, when he came in the kitchen grinnin from ear to ear and handed Jeane a large pan full of fresh cleaned trout and perch, did I realize that he had built a very ingenious fish trap. By anchorin it into the deep narrows of Conway Creek he was able to provide us, as well as all the Negroes, with a nice supply of fish each week. Gimmies weekly visits to the kitchen to deliver the fish became longer and longer. They appeared to be turnin into social visits, especially when Jeane began savin a huge piece of pie for him each week. Elizabeth sat down at the table with Jeane to talk about these visits. Jeane's eyes lit up as she said, Miss Betsy, we loves each other, and I wants Gimmie fo my man, if its awright with you and Missa Theo. Jeane was the only one on the place who could call Elizabeth Betsy and get away with it. Between the cabins the Negroes set up two washpots, added lard one quarter of the way up and started roarin fires under them. Four large dishpans of fresh fish, rolled in finely ground corn meal were dumped into the boilin grease and were soon floatin on the top. From each cabin came the delicious smell of cracklin bread cookin over the open fireplaces. It was the most unique fish fry/wedding I ever witnessed. There was fiddle playin and dancin until dusk, then Gimmie and Jeane jumped over the broom and retired to the new cabin built for them. Little did I know that descendants of this ceremony would remain with the Goodwins for several generations. Within the next eight years, Gimmie and Jeane would have five strappin healthy boys named Jim, Jude, Pompey, Fed, and Harper, in that order. Where Jeane came up with the name Harper, I'll never know. We all call him Coot. Its easier to remember and much easier to say. The year 1737 was comin to a close and many changes, all for the good, had taken place in our family. The winter months from November, 1737 through February, 1738 were harsh and cold. The clearin of the new land left us with plenty of firewood. We included a fireplace in each of the cabins and a huge cookin fireplace out in the new kitchen. Because of the warmth, we spent most of those winter evenins around the big cookin table out in the kitchen. Each of us had a large smooth rock from the creek lyin on the hearth. Before goin to bed on those cold winter nights, we would place the rocks on the hot coals to heat them up, and then wrap them in cloth and place them under the covers of our beds. They did wonders for cold, achin feet. To some people the word bedrock has a completely different meanin, but to me it meant warm feet. It sure was nice to be able to crawl under the heavy quilts, put my feet on the rock, and snuggle up to Elizabeths warm body on those cold winter nights. This snugglin resulted in the birth of our fifth son, Mark, in August 1738. In January 1739, I turned my efforts to our primary reason for movin to Edgecombe County--that of obtainin land grants for some large tracts of land along upper Sandy Creek. It seems that the issuance of the grants was tied directly to the amount of cultivated land you could manage and the extent of your exports to the mother country. It was for this reason that I sold the 120 acres of uncleared land to Abe Green on May 19, 1741, for six pounds. Now, all of our land was cultivated and producin crops. With this leverage, I was able to obtain four different land grants in the early 1740s, containin fourteen hundred acres more or less. In May 1743, I was able to buy two hundred acres of cleared bottom land on Black Walnut Point on the north side of Sandy Creek, from Thomas Owens. At ten pounds, it seemed a little expensive, but it was cleared and ready for plantin. Acquirin this acreage, along with the two hundred acres already planted, was a big step in our future plans. Elizabeth and I had the mistaken idea that if we could acquire and develop enough land, our children would always stay on this land and raise their families. Over the long winter months, Elizabeth did an excellent job of teachin our children. They had all learned how to read, write, and cipher numbers. They liked to show off each night by readin out loud from our large family Bible. In 1746, a part of Edgecombe County, includin the area we lived in, was included a new county called Granville. A petition was bein passed around regardin the courthouse location for the new county. I signed it, and three of my sons also signed it. The petition was dated June 28th, 1746, and filed with Governor Gabriel Johnston. There is a law statin you have to be over age 16 to sign or witness official documents. Thomas, age 18, John, age, 17, and Theo, Jr., age 16, took great pride in signin this petition, since it was the first time they had the privilege of signin a legal document. Henry and Mark could not understand why they couldn't sign. After all, in their opinion, they could write better than their older brothers. George, born in 1743 and named after his grandfather George Wyche, participated in the signin by turnin the ink bottle over on the kitchen table. Later in 1746, Elizabeth gave birth to another son. We named him Peter, in honor of her brother. As happy as we were with the birth of Peter, we were a little sad to lose our firstborn to the lovely, sandy haired, seventeen-year old daughter of Ansil and Elizabeth Parish. Her name was Unity. She and Thomas were married in 1749, followin his 21st birthday. I was sittin out in the yard after the wedding, reminiscin. Ill never forget the day, back in 44. Tom, with an unloaded musket, was ridin in from an early mornin hunt. The dogs were trottin along in front. They were in sight of the house when the dogs threw back their heads and started sniffin the wind. Tom looked up and saw a huge black bear about two hundred yards ahead of him, in the potato patch. The dogs were off like a shot. The bear was startled, and with Tom and the dogs behind and on each side of him, he had only one choice. He headed straight for the back yard, where Jeane was busy stirrin the wash pot with her battlin board. She heard the dogs and looked up in time to see the bear comin. The bear ran under the clothes line, became entangled in a pair of my fresh washed long johns, and lumbered straight toward a screamin Jeane. Jeane drew back the battlin board and with all her two hundred pounds behind a powerful swing, caught the bear full in the face knockin out three of his teeth. About that time the lead dog, ole Corn Pone, lunged at the bear and landed full on his chest. The confused bear spun around about three times, hurled Corn Pone up against the barn wall, and headed for the safety of the creek and the woods on the other side. Thinkin of that snaggled tooth bear partially dressed in my long johns, dancin around the back yard with ole Corn Pone, put me in a laughin fit. I quickly returned to reality when I heard Elizabeth yell out the front door, Theo, what in the world are you laughin at? I cant help but wonder how that ugly, snaggled toothed bear, decorated with my bright red long johns, made out during the matin season. It was early 1750, and with our land grants of one thousand two hundred fifty acres in the Sandy Creek area and only five hundred acres along Conway Creek, I approached Elizabeth with the idea of movin to that area, only a few miles away. You wouldve thought Id said a cuss word in church the way she reacted. She wouldnt hear of it. She said, Theo, you must be outta your mind, theres no way we're gonna leave this house weve been in for the last thirteen years, and besides that I don't like the idea of livin that far away from my sister. It was not until I worked out a land swap with Thomas Hill in May, 1750 that she would even listen. I agreed to buy his house and three hundred acres next to our land grants for forty pounds, then sell him our house on our original two hundred acres for twenty pounds. I would also sell him three hundred adjacent acres from a land grant for ten pounds. It seems that givin up five hundred acres and buildings for three hundred acres and buildings, plus giving him ten pounds more money, was not a very good swap. In my opinion, it was an excellent swap. We would be able to move into a larger house, with more cabins and outbuildings. We would have a larger and deeper well, with rock curbin. We would also have a deep well in the Negro quarters. We would be closer to the gristmill on lower Sandy Creek. The journey down Sandy Creek to the Tar River was shorter. Access to our cultivated land was much more convenient. The real motive for movin was the thousands of acres of undeveloped land along Sandy Creek which would become available through land grants. With all these facts, plus Gimmies astute and only assessment of the idea, and I quote, Missa Theo, dey say da fishins a whole lot better on Sandy, I approached Elizabeth again, and she finally agreed. The final papers were signed on June 19, 1750. Thomas and I also agreed to swap the already planted crops on these lands. I wish we had swapped furniture, animals, tools, and everything, because the move took an entire month. The biggest problem was keepin their belongins and ours separated. When the move was all over, Elizabeth; John; Theo, Jr.; Henry; Mark and I sat on the front porch and relaxed. As the sun settled on the western horizon, we were still excited and discussin our future plans. Of course, Peter and George were busy as bees explorin their new surroundins. In August of 1750, John married Elizabeth Jackson, daughter of Ambrose Jackson, Jr, and his wife, Amy Wyche Jackson. Amy is the daughter of James Wyche and a first cousin of my wife, Elizabeth, and Amy Green. The Jacksons were raised in the same area of Surry Co., Virginia where Elizabeth and I grew up. They moved to the Shocco Creek area in 1746. John was twenty-one when they married. John and his wife settled on two hundred acres of land on the south side of Great Shocco Creek near the fork of Little Shocco Creek. This two hundred acres was a part of her father's land and was given to them as a wedding gift. Most of the land was uncleared, and there were no buildings. Thomas; Henry; Theo, Jr.; Mark, and I all pitched in to help. We also brought along Negroes Joe, Jack, Prince, and Gimmie. Within a couple of months, John and Elizabeth had a nice house, a barn, a large smokehouse, and two Negro cabins. It was Joe, my wedding gift to Thomas, who was invaluable in the construction. He had become an excellent carpenter and had been rented out by Thomas for several building jobs. We were very happy with Johns choice for a wife, as we had been lifelong friends of the Jackson family. Unfortunately, soon after the wedding, Ambrose and Amy Jackson sold their land and moved to the Ninety-six District of South Carolina. John's crop was primarily corn and a few acres of tobacco. The price per pound on tobacco seemed to be decreasin with each crop, so he decided to turn his efforts toward the salt pork market. Most of us, heretofore, had let the hogs roam on an open range all winter and summer and would round them up in the fall for slaughter. John trained his hogs to come to the barnyard late each afternoon for corn. He used his ox horn at first, until he found out that huntin dogs for miles around began showin up. He finally started usin a high pitched shrill yell, and the pigs would come outta the woods in droves. Durin the cold winter months, the hogs stayed closer to the barn, and John would increase their corn rations. Needless to say, Johns hogs were healthier and produced a lot more pork than ours. Johns method of raisin hogs was eventually used by everyone in the region
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A year after Johns wedding, Elizabeth and I became proud parents of our first daughter. She was born on August 21, 1751 and was named Amy, in honor of Amy Green, Elizabeth's sister. Durin the summer of 1756, Elizabeth and Amy Green invited Anne Wyche, their niece, daughter of Peter and Alice Wyche, down for a visit. This was the same mischievous two-year old that pulled hair and started fights the day we left Virginia back in 1737. Her given name is Nancy, but everyone has called her Anne since the day she was born. Her father brought her down, stayed over night and left Anne with us. Anne has grown into a very beautiful, twenty-one-year old brunette. Anne was with Elizabeth, Amy, and me when we hitched up the buggy and rode down to visit our neighbors, William and Amy Bledsoe, and their two children, Bartlett and Berryman. Amy Bledsoes twenty-four-year old brother, Caleb Runals, was also livin with them. He was workin as foreman for William. When Anne and and Caleb met it seemed to be love at first sight. Within three months we were attendin the wedding of Anne and Caleb, in Brunswick County Virginia, where Peter Wyche and his family now live. The road from Sussex County, through Surry County and southward through Halifax, North Carolina, and then westward through Granville County, has been vastly improved. This was because of an ordinance that required landowners to maintain and improve the roads and bridges through their areas. What was previously a four day journey is now only a two day trip with an over night stop at Halifax, which is about at the halfway point. Anne and Caleb set up housekeepin on the Bledsoe plantation where he continues as overseer. We are pleased to have Anne livin so close. She is a favorite niece of Elizabeth and Amy Green. She has also become a close friend of her sister-in-law, Amy Bledsoe, and is idolized by our six-year old, Amy. Anne is friendly, always smilin, and has a bubbly outgoin personality that seems to light up the room when she enters. The followin few years turned out to be years of almost unbearable tragedy for Anne Runals. About a month after their wedding, Caleb was gored by a rogue bull he was trying to pen up and tame. His wound was serious and despite the efforts of Anne and the efforts of a doctor from Halifax, Caleb died a slow and painful death. Following Calebs funeral, Anne moved in with her Uncle Abe and Aunt Amy Green. She was hesitant to move back to Virginia and leave her husband's grave. When her grandfather became ill in 1757, she moved back to Virginia to the home of George and Sarah Wyche to care for her grandmother. She wanted to be of any help she could to Sarah. When George Wyche died in 1757, his wife Sarah, and his children Peter, Elizabeth, Amy, George Jr., Hannah, and Benjamin were at his bedside. Anne stayed with her grandmother for the next year and a half until Sarahs death in November, 1758. Bein close to so much death and sorrow began to take its toll on Anne. Then, as though she had not been through enough, she was summoned to her father's bedside in early 1759. Peter died in August, 1759. Her father's death, along with all the other deaths, left Anne Runals in a state of deep depression for the next several months. Her mother, Alice, with the help of various doctors from the James River area, did as much as they could to pull her out of the doldrums, but nothin seemed to work. It was a cold February night in 1760, the Greens had eaten supper with us and, as wehad done so many times before, we sat in the parlor in front of a glowin fire discussin children, grandchildren, and politics. Out of the blue, Elizabeth turned to Amy and said, Let's go visit Alice and Anne. Of course, Amy was all for it. Abe and I tried to discourage them with all the reasons we could think up, and the only one that made any sense was the cold winter weather with the ever present possibility of snow. Their response was, So, we'll wait until the end of March. Needless to say, at daybreak on the 23rd of March, Theo, Jr. had the four-passenger carriage hitched up with our two best horses. Jean had filled a large basket with food for their trip. Knowin how Theo, Jr. could eat, the food would probably be gone by the time they reached the main road. I insisted that Theo, Jr. accompany them. I had heard stories of highwaymen robbin travelers in the Halifax area. Abe and I felt better with him makin the trip as he was a crack shot with a pistol. They planned to spend the night at the inn at Halifax and finish the trip the next day. Abe always got a kick out of tellin the story of how we could hear them for miles after they left, chatterin like magpies. The house seemed twice as large and empty without Elizabeth. Theo, Jr. and Henry were both gettin married come May, so most of their time was bein spent at their future in-laws. Mark, Peter, George, and Amy, were still at home. This was the first time that Elizabeth had been away for any length of time. We were lonesome without her. Shortly after dark on April, 15th, I heard what I thought was a musket shot far to the northeast of our place. About twenty minutes later, we were all on the front porch when we heard the sound of horses comin toward the yard. I sent Mark in after my gun, not knowin who it would be. We didnt know who it was until Amy took off across the yard hollerin, Its Mama, its Mama! Yall come on. George had lit the lantern so we could see. There was a bunch of happy people in the yard that night. Everybody was huggin, kissin, and talkin at the same time. We werent surprised to see that Elizabeth and Amy had brought Anne back with them; after all, if anybody could cheer her up, it would be those two. A lone rider stood by silently on his horse while the celebration took place. All I could see was a broad brimmed straw hat, a shirt, and a wide set of white teeth. Turns out it was Mingo, a gigantic Negro who had worked as the blacksmith for George Wyche. He was as big and dark as the night behind him. Accordin to George Wyches will, he belonged to Abe Green, with the stipulation that Abe pay me eight pounds Virginia money within one year of Mr. Georges death. To this day I dont know what Mr. George had in mind when he included that in his will. Alice sent the saddle and horse as payment for the three years they used Mingo. Before we went inside, I told George to saddle his horse and ride over to Abes and let him know they were home and to come prepared to spend the night. It only seemed like a few minutes, though it was more like an hour, when we heard Abe and Georges horses enter the yard. Mingo took the carriage and horses to the barn, and we all went to the parlor and sat down to hear about their trip. Theo, Jr. started with, It sho was lucky Mingo was along, cause about five miles back up tha main road, two strangers ran out of a thicket and tried to stop tha horses. I was able to get a pistol shot off at tha one on the right, and he stumbled back in tha woods. The one on the left stopped tha horses and was comin at tha carriage. Before the man knew what was goin on, Mingo was off his horse in a bound, grabbed the scoundrel and held him up over his head in a prone position. Theo, Jr. couldn't help but laugh while tellin us what happened at that point. Mingo, he said, was standin there lookin at the carriage, with this grubby outlaw screamin and kickin above his head. He looks straight at Anne and asks, What does I do wid him now, Miss Anne? Anne yells, Kill the bastard, kill him. Mingo turns around and throws the screamin soul at least ten feet into the snake infested swamp on the left side of the carriage. The last we saw was a wide wake through the swamp toward the woods. We were all in stitches, includin Anne, by the time Theo, Jr., had finished his story. It must have been midnight before we all got to bed. The next mornin, Abe; Henry; Theo, Jr.; Mark and I got our guns and dogs, mounted horses, and rode up to the place where the incident took place, but we didn't see a trace of the would-be highwaymen. We did find a trace of blood leadin into the woods, but after several yards, it petered out. We put the dogs on the trail, and they lit out straight north toward the Virginia line. We followed the dogs for at least five miles, and they were still yelpin and runnin. Abe finally got out his horn and called them off. Abe said, At the rate them dogs was a runnin, weda been in Pennsylvania fore night. We backtracked to the swamp on the other side of the road, but after coming up on three huge cottonmouths, we decided to call off the hunt. After the unexpected setback the outlaws had the night before, I don't think we'll be bothered by those two anytime soon. As planned, Theo, Jr. and Temperance were married on May 17, 1760. Henry and Lucy Simpson were married a week later. As a gift, we gave both the couples a hundred seventy-five adjoining acres on the north side of the creek, about five miles north of our house. Henry and Lucy's land is just north of us, and Theo, Jr. and Temperance are north of them. John and Elizabeth live about six miles to the east of them, on Shocco Creek. Tom and Unity live about ten miles to the west of us. With Mark, Amy, George, and Peter still at home, our plans to have our children raise their families close to us seems to be coming to pass. It was a cool autumn Sunday afternoon and, as we often did, Elizabeth and I were sittin on the front porch in the swing. We were silent, mesmerized with the grandeur and the beauty of the fall leaves that stretched as far as the eye could see down the valley. They were all the colors in the rainbow, highlighted by an orange sun settlin behind the mountain peaks far to the west. In my mind, as I had done so many times in the past, I was thankin God for givin us the ability and perseverance to get to this point in our lives. She and I were as happy and as much in love, as the day we were married. We have been blessed with nine healthy children, even though Henry has often suffered severe breathin problems, called asthma by the doctors. We now have six wonderful grandchildren. The only blemish in our happiness was the loss of our twin daughters who were stillborn in 1748. To this day, Elizabeth still has moments of sadness over this loss. The twins, unnamed, are buried in a twenty-foot square plot on an oak covered knoll, overlookin the valley, a mile east of the house. In those brief periods of sadness, Elizabeth will go up on the knoll spend a little while sittin in the shade of those large oaks, and come back as happy and perky as ever. I think Amy's birth in 1751 helped tremendously in easin those memories. Since Henry and Theo, Jr. have taken wives and moved out, Anne, with a lot of persuasion from Elizabeth, moved from the Greens to live with us. Abe and Amy have a house full of children, and Anne was sharin a room with their two oldest daughters. She has fully recovered from her depression and is back to her spirited, bubbly self again. On a cold, freezin night in early December we heard a loud poundin on the back door. It was Jeane and through her sobs she was able to say, Its Gimmie, Missa Theo, hes powerful sick and needs help. As I was gettin my clothes on, Anne came out of the guest bedroom and said, Ill go with you. Maybe I can help. When we entered the cabin we heard Gimmie wheezin and gaspin for breath. Anne placed her hand on his forehead and said, Hes burnin up with fever. For the next few days we did our best to keep his temperature down, keep him full of warm liquids, and keep poltices on his chest. In spite of our efforts, Gimmie passed on four days before Christmas. The whole place was in mournin. Gimmie had been with us since we were married, a gift to us from Elizabeth's grandfather, Henry. All of our children and grandchildren and the Greens attended the funeral, and there were equally as many white tears shed as there were from the Negroes. Anne helped Amy Bledsoe, her sister-in law, with the birth of their third son, John, in 1757, and was asked to help again in January of 1761, to deliver William, Jr., their fourth son. She had decided that that the joy of helpin bring new life into the world far outweighed the sorrow of tryin to help those on their deathbeds. In March of that year, Anne assisted Lucy in the birth of her and Henrys boy. There was quiet a discussion on what his name would be. Lucy wanted to name him Simpson, after her family, and Henry insisted on Theophilus, after me. Only after the solemn promise from Henry, they would name the second boy Simpson, did Lucy finally give in. They named him Theophilus. Now, during our family get-togethers, therell be three of us answerin to that name. I swear when my ole bitch dog has her next litter of puppies, I'm gonna call one of em Theophilus, just for spite. For simplicity, Ill call myself Theo, my son Theo, Jr., and Henrys boy Theo H. We had continually tried to keep at least five hundred acres under cultivation each year, but now with only three boys left at home and the price of tobacco down, Elizabeth and I have decided to cut back on the size of the crops. It was for this reason that we sold the five hundred twenty-six acres we received in a land grant, to Mr. William Pearcy, in August 1761. It brought a pretty good price for a piece of uncleared land. We got thirty pounds for it. The land was covered with huge pines and would be extra hard to clear because of their long deep tap roots. Pearcy had no intention of clearin the land though. He shaved the sides of every one of those long leaf pines with axes, caught the pitch or pine tar in barrels, and shipped it down to Charlestown. There, it would be used in the shipbuilding industry and for makin turpentine. He sold it for much more than he paid for the land in the first place. Within a year every tree on the place was dead. Not that Im such a conservationist; Lord knows Im guilty of wearin a piece of land out, then clearin more and doin the same, but Im sure that killin those trees at the headwaters of the creek was responsible for the damagin floods we had in the Sandy Creek valley a few years later. It was early November in 1761, when William Bledsoe drove up in his carriage to pick up Anne. Those Bledsoe boys knew when they saw Aunt Anne comin to stay with them for a while, they would probably have a new brother when she left. This time they were fooled though; she left them with a brand new sister, Rebecca. An early snow storm came, and she was forced to stay with the Bledsoes until the middle of December. It was a cold, blustery day when she returned home. We were all sittin around the kitchen table enjoyin the warmth of the fire. Anne was tellin us how happy the Bledsoes were with the birth of their first daughter. Then she shocked us all by sayin, You know, I love William and Amy to death, and Ive always enjoyed helpin with the new babies, but I wish to hell Amy would quit goin into heat every spring, cause deliverin babies in this cold weather is gonna be the death of me. A year later on Christmas day in 1762, all the family gathered for Christmas dinner at our place. We finished a dinner of roast turkey, ham, dressing, blackeyed peas, beans, cornbread, biscuits, and, for dessert - apple pie and peach cobbler. All the children were playin in and out of the house, the women were in the parlor, the menfolk out on the front porch smokin, chewin, spittin and talkin. Tom, with a concerned look on his face, turned to me and quietly asked, Papa, whats wrong with Mama? She looks like shes lost a lot of weight. He was right, Elizabeth and I were both aware of it, but we didn't want to worry any of the children needlessly. Amy and the boys convinced me to get Dr. Hawkins from Halifax to come see about her, and I sent George over to get him. It was a full days ride on horseback, so he didn't get back until the next night. Dr. Hawkins sent back the message that he was very sorry, but he had so many patients with the influx of new settlers, that he couldnt take off for two days to come over. That was in January. We waited for about a month, hopeful that the weight loss would stop. Not only did she continue to lose weight, she had become noticeably weaker. Thomas Hill told me there was a doctor in the small crossroad village, Louisburg, only about nine miles southwest of us. I sent George down that very day, and he came back with a young doctor named Elijah Jones. After examinin Elizabeth, he came out and informed us that she was sufferin from consumption. I never did understand what it was, but I think it was the name given by doctors to any illnesses they couldnt treat or didnt know about. It was sad to see Elizabeth goin down, especially when she got to the point that she couldnt do anything for herself. I dont know what I would have done if it hadnt been for Anne and my daughter, Amy. Elizabeth died on the third of April in 1763 and was buried beside the twins under the oaks. My heart and soul seemed to die with her.
Chapter Three