![Transcription Center logo](/themes/custom/tc_theme/assets/image/logo.png)
This transcription has been completed. Contact us with corrections.
[[7 images]] To Alexandria mother put off 1) Changes & troubles came me & mine early An infant in arms found my parents busy in Alexandria & by some unhappy chance, found my mother in Washington with me a babe in arms night comes suddenly down & with it a snow storm. She would risk it & take the street car so down went her veil & up went the, but the very thing that she had hoped might save her was her undoing. I never knew this story till I was a man grown, We [[strikethrough]] lived [[/strikethrough]] were living in our Diamond St. house in Phila near East Park 2 Phila I left the house immediately & it took several hours walking in among the trees & under the night skies to cool [[strikethrough]] my what [[/strikethrough]] the heat & hatred walking in the capital & red at that, that sayed in my bosom For years it seemed to me that that hell preached at that time so much. Yes hell with fire & brimstone was too good for such fiends 3 [[strikethrough]] get atoned fire & brimstone we moved away from Washington [[/strikethrough]] & I have no memory of ever coming back till on a trip from Paris I found my mother living there with my sister & about there for a few days. One day we took a st. car. The only thing that somewhat going some where very crowded, my mother had hardly entered when a good, a distinguished looking middle age man of the same race that had formerly [[?]] last same mother & son arose & gave my mother a seat. My mother said it was not a very rare thing, but always thanked God I had seen it. 3 & yet with all the hate that I had bottled up within me I could never wish there [[strikethrough]]say the word [[/strikethrough]] eternal [[strikethrough]] ly [[/strikethrough]] damnation. 2 when I first heard the story from my mother [[strikethrough]] gray haired [[/strikethrough]] remembrance of the war - we were in Fredrick Md. house house nailed up as if abscent cooking done at night. Rebel soldiers passing all day 5 one stopped & banged at the door spreading terror through the house finally a officer came & sent him on a 2nd time in 1914 our little house in the North of France was nailed up & an American flag drawn in color upon the shutters. & our valuables burried in the garden. 5 & from our attic window the rebel camp & soldiers could be seen once my father for some cause was at the little station & by his clothes was recognized as a minister. "Hello! Sambo what are you doing with these dudds on "Take this & he was kicked out of the station. I believe my father said he was drunk. We early heard the story of Barberie Fritchie
Transcription Notes:
Barbara Fritchie or Frietchie, a civil war story