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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 9

October 4, 1978 

 

Dear Son,

Just a Few lines to let you hear From me. This leave me doing Very Well. Except that Arthur's in my leg.* I received your letter Both of them. So glade to hear from you and know you was doing fine.

As I can see you did Well in School. You say you hope it would make me proud of you. Yes I was proud of you First. This make me prouder. I am So happy I dont know what to do. I show it to Sistuh and Bunk.** They say that was so nice of you. The rest of the family is well far as I know. David got job at State Farm. Robert Lee Been missing since August. So he fine Called Susie last week. Say he was in Ohio. We dont know what part. But Thank God he still alive.***

Listen Lucinda having a Supper on 21 of this Month. I am suppose to come up. And I Be up on the 19 which is on Thursday. I guess We Be there By 8pm. So you come over to Lucinda's house. I bring you Some Food since you got Some Where to keep it. Reason I say come over Thursday night for Lucinda dont have no room to put it. So I hope to see you then. We can Talk. So you keep up the good work. So I close now. Much love Mother.

I see you on the 19th

if it the Lord's Will

You keep Smiling

 

 
 

  Commentary

* "Arthur" is a common expression for arthritis. Mama worked on a concrete floor at Jarratt Motel as a cook for thirty years. Much of that time she earned $18 a week; before she retired she made less than $50 a week for six days work. **I sent Mama my certificate of graduation (B.A. degree in English) from University of Maryland. That fall I received a graduate fellowship to continue my studies in the English Department. For awhile I stayed in Silver Spring with Madame Meijer’s oldest son, who had a TV repair shop in his house. I stayed with him several months rent free with free meals. It became a difficult situation for we had little in common and then I moved into the basement of a white Protestant church in Silver Spring. But that did not work either and lasted only a few months.

These were terrible emotional times. I had gotten a girl pregnant and she felt the need to have an abortion. Morally, it made me feel low as a snake’s belly. But, I suppose, it was the best thing for both of us. I was in no situation to marry; nor did I have the economic means for such responsibilities.

***Under the encouragement of Daddy, Edith moved back from Baltimore to Virginia with her four children. Daddy had a house built for them next to the family house. Robert Lee, her oldest son, suffered from mental illness. After his mother’s death, his illness became worse. He often wondered off without letting family members know of his whereabouts. He eventually ended up in Texas in the 1980s where he was locked up in an institution permanently. Some say he threatened to assassinate then President Ronald Reagan and people in authority took him seriously. In a Texas institution Robert Lee was beyond our reach and we were powerless to help him further. We remember him dearly, but for most of us he has passed into the realm of the dead.

 

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