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Letters of an Abiding Faith:

Legacy of a Slave's GrandDaughter to her Son

written by Ella Lewis to her Son (Rudolph Lewis)

 

 

Letter 33

 

May 13, 1985*

 

Dear Son,

How are you Fine I sorry I wasn't home when you Call Sunday I gone to Church. Had a pretty day.

I dont Know any news All Sad news. So Bunk told you she got married again. I haven't seen Rat Since he left.**

Listen I dropping you these few lines ask you a Favor. Please if you Can send me a Few pennies. I got a Bill due I dont get paid until the 3rd of June. If you Can I preshate if you Could. I do the Best I Can I hate to ask you to do this For me. So it near Time for mail man to run. So Bye, rite me Some Time

From

Mother

I love you

 

 
  

Commentary 

*About this time, I was completing my second semester at the University of New Orleans as an instructor of composition and literature. I made extra money that summer by also teaching in the summer program.

During this period, Lucinda, my biological mother, was living in West Baltimore. She had her sixth child, Aisha. The child was the spitting image of her father, Grover Reed., Lucinda’s second husband. Aisha was born around 1980 when Lucinda was in her late 40s. She was surprised she was still able to have children. I have never been very close to Aisha, or, for that matter, my brother Ronald. There is probably a great generation gap, which may never be bridged. I am, however, very fond of both of them. But we have never gotten to know each other.

**Annie divorced and remarried. Her third husband, Nathaniel Givens, was an old flame from her early twenties. Amos "Rat" moved out near Emporia in Greensville County. I believed during this time he was working at a golf course. I saw him a couple of summers ago and was happy to see him. He had not changed very much. I find it amazing, however, how a city boy has adapted so well to country life.

There have been numerous fellows who were born and raised in the country and spent most of their adult lives in the cities and in their retirement ages have returned to their former country homes. Most of them were career men who followed the rules, bought urban homes, received their pensions, sold those homes, returned to the countryside and built brick homes. They are well pleased with themselves. 

But it seems as if they have only returned home to live out their lives. From a distance, it seems, they have lost the greater vitality of their lives and now seem to be merely country gentleman who spend the proceeds of thirty or so odd years of hard work and discipline. Many seem to believe they have nothing much more to offer the world. At best they seem to lord themselves over those whom they view as less fortunate. What a smug existence! Lord spare me such a fate and let me be productive until I take my final breath, giving, always giving back to the world. For I have gained so much that was indeed unearned.

 

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