The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1916-06-23
GRINDAL SHOALS ANNA )
FULL OF REAL INTEREST
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Abram Mott, a young lawyer from
Saybrook, Conn.,, who married Miss
Angelica Mitchell, the niece and
adopted daughter of Mrs. Potter.
Maj. Henderson had two daugh-
ters, Elizabeth and Sarah. Betty"
as Elizabeth was usually called, mar
ried Henry Fernandez from Port To-
bacco, Md, who was a merchant and
opened store near the ford. Sallie
married Ben Halle
Some of the Old Gentlemen.
Young David Johnson lived here
and read law under Mr.. Mott; also
young William Henderson, son of
Maj. John Henderson. Henry Bailey
from Virginia lived about here for
some time. He was a fellow student
of Lemuel Aston in William and
Mary college, Virginia, and came here
after his graduation with young Ais
ton. Mr.. Bailey was great favorite,
genial companion and an ccom-
plished gentleman. He taught school
for while, afterward went to Char
lesion, studied law and settled there.
His son, Henry Bailey, was the at
torney general for South Carolina for
several years. l have some beautiful
old letters from Henry Bailey to Maj.
Henderson, my great-grandfather
containing accounts of many interest
ing events occurring in Charleston
100 years ago.
David Johnson boarded at CHS
holm's near the Potter place, where
Mr. Mott lived and had his office. Mr..
Chisolm had one daughter, Miss
Nancy, the beauty and belle of the
country. Of course, young David
could not be so constantly associated
with the pretty Nancy and remain in
sensible to her charms, and Nancy
felt more than the cold regard of
friendship for the handsome young
David. But, alas! The maiden was
poor and the swain yet had his for
tune to make so Nancy was wise and
married rich suitor David was best
man at the wedding and led in the
wild ride for the bottle, all of which
I heard him relate with evident delight
at the recollection when he was a
venerable old man, our greatly re-
spected and beloved friend, Gov. David
Johnson.
Miss Angelica Mitchell, the wife of
Abram Mott, later on Judge Mott of
Columbia, was relative we were all
very fond and proud of. She was
born and brought up here and lived
the early years of her happy married
life on Pacolet, and her first children
were born here, She was woman of
rare endowments, had a fine mind,
far more than ordinary culture,
kindly and pleasant disposition, united
to great energy, character and for
titude that seemed never to give way
under the severest trials. In my life
l have never known her superior and
few who could compare with her in
all the qualities that go to form the
highest character of woman.
A Rare Character.
But decidedly the most notable wo-
man of this old neighborhood of
Grindal was Miss Sallie Goudelock.
| approach the subject with hesitancy,
for it would take the pen of Field
ing, Smollet and many more of
her favorite old English authors to
do her justice. Miss Sallie Goude-
lock was the oldest daughter of Mr..
Goudelock of Scotch descent, who
lived on north Pacolet When Mai.
Henderson moved here from North
Carolina, Miss Sallie was then, had
been and continued to be the ac-
knowledged leader of society. She
had passed through the war an ardent
Wing, giving aid and all her SYM
pathies to the cause. She had known
many notable characters of the times,
both Wing, Britisher and Tory, for
her father was lame man, a non
combatant, so it followed that his
house was frequented by all parties.
She had visited Morgan at his camp
at Grindal ford in company with her
father and sister and was escorted
home by Col. William Washington
and Col. Howard. 1t was delightful
to hear her relate her experiences
during the war.
In Mrs. Henderson, my great-grand-
mother, Miss Sally found a conoenal
companion. This friendship grew
witt the years and Miss Sally was
also the friend of Mrs. Henderscn's
daughter, Mrs. Fernandez. BY the
time Mrs. Fernandez's daughters came
on, Miss Sally had taken a partner,
Thomas Murray. AS Mrs. Murray
she was the dear friend of my mother,
who was the daughter of Mrs. Fer
nandez and the venerable, respected,
beloved friend of my mothers laugh
ters, and this one now writing only
wishes she had the gift and ability to
picture the character of this roble old
lady.
Her One Hebetude.