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Legacy of a Slave's GrandDaughter to her Son

written by Ella Lewis to her Son (Rudolph Lewis)

 

 

Letter 36

January 13, 1986

 

Dear Son,

How are you doing Fine I hope. As For me not too well But I still up and going. I called you But the operator say the phone was committed. So I riten Just a Few lines let you hear from me. Bunk hurt her Back at work. She haven't worked in a week.

I dont know any good news. All I know is sad. Last Tuesday night Jan 7, it was 15 degrees here. Paul Rose freeze to death.* He was drunk. He stayed out all that night. They found him the next day. Also Charlie Sills died too.** I saw Miss Trisvan.*** She said she got your Card and Book.**** Say she was glade to hear From you. Aunt Sal and Laura is still holding on.*****

Everybody Else is doing OK. Sonny Rivers was home For New Year. He look good. Look Send me your girl picture also give her my love.****** And dont Wait so long Before you rite and I do hope you a prosperous New year. I rite more next time So you take all mistakes For love Bad hand riten For kisses.

From Mother

Rite Soon

 

 
 

 Commentary

* Paul Rose was a kinsman of George Rose, I believe. Mr. George stayed for a number of years (the 1980s) in the cinderblock house between the family house and Edith’s house. That building in the 1950s was used as a country store and as a juke joint on the week ends. In the mid-70s it was used as a government office for a county program. Since Mr. George’s death it has been used as a store house.

**Charlie Sills was a kinsman of ours. I do not recall the exact connections. I do not recall him personally, but I am familiar with one of his closer relationship, Savanna Sills, a sweet girl of whom I was very fond.

***Miss Trisvan was my teacher five years at Creath. When the new high school for Negroes, Central High, was built she went there to teach civics and French. While at Creath, she skipped me from second to third grade and then passed me to the fourth in one year. (My Uncle Arthur, Daddy’s younger brother, was partially to thank for my excellence in my early years, because he had prepared me before I started school.) In high school, I might have taken both civics and French with her. My major interests in high school were girls and basketball. I did not feel as close to her then, for then she had become Mrs. Richards. Mrs. Richards, after her husband died, remarried. Her second marriage was to Central’s former principal, Melvin Law. One summer, after I returned from Africa, I visited her house "over the river." After she became Mrs. Law, she moved into a new house north of Stony Creek off Route 301.

****Aunt Sal was Mama’s sister and Laura was Aunt Sal’s younger daughter. Laura was a singer and had attempted to make it in New York like Billy Holliday. But it did not pan out as she hoped. Laura drank to excess and made her life a living hell. All in all she was still a very sweet person and was very fond of me.

***** The book to which Mama refers was either my magazine Cricket: Poems & Other Jazz or Lee Grue’s journal The New Laurel Review in which I wrote a biographical piece on Mama and her quilt-making 

******Again a reference to Mona Lisa Saloy, the New Orleans poet, I believe.

 

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