Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Delilah Paulk Harper(my great grandmother)
Something about that old church reminded me of my great grandmother Harper. I never knew her, but from what I heard she was good woman. I've heard stories of her washing clothes on a rock in the river, making homemade soap (lye) the best teacakes around. I'll have to get the story again, but I think my mom says she was the area midwife, and she made with herbs medicine for the sick, and ailing for all the children and tennant farmers that lived on their plantation. I'll write more about her later, because all that comes to mind is her father died on a train. I have most of these old stories written down. I know she died of cancer and was bedridden for a long time, but on the day she died, she jumped from her bed, and began speaking in tongues, and then died. I wonder if the beautiful blue eyes came from her, because in all the paintings of her, they always made her eyes very blue, and my Pepa her son, had those blue eyes like Autumn.