“THEY HAVE GONE FROM OUR MORTAL VISION, BUT IN MEMORIES SWEET, THEY ABIDE WITH US.”
The people whom you will meet in this little book did not live in fancy.
They were humble instruments through whom God sent a message clear, and strong, that will go on, and on, through the coming years.
Realizing the rapidity with which the good old colored types were passing away, I went one September afternoon, 1901, to see Aunt Kitty Carr, for the purpose of obtaining some interesting facts concerning herself, and her remarkable family.
Her husband, Uncle Horace Carr, had been dead twenty-four years, and she was then living with her son Horace, at his farm on Red River, a mile or two from Port Royal, Tennessee.
I found her on the back porch peeling peaches to dry, and when I made known to her the intent of my visit, she was amused, and said, “Lor Miss Harriet, what am I say, that will be worth reading in a book?”
Aunt Kitty Carr.
On assuring her of the esteem in which she and her family were held, and the importance of such lives being left on tangible record, she seemed willing to tell me, in her quaint way, what I wished to know.
Aunt Kitty was a small yellow woman, of refined features, and dignified bearing.