Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1938-04-15

for some days trying to find it for
me, and of course it was in the next
to the last book in the house. She
fell and broke her right leg last July
but is able to get around in the
house on crutches now. She knew
how very much 1 wanted to get the
words to the song, and you may or
may not know to how much trouble
mother will go trying to please hel
baby boy. This is the. first verse of a
song that Rev. M. w. Hester low
at Los Angeles, CALI sang at his own
Fathers funeral, Rev. William Steph-
en- Hester, at Salem Church about
twenty-five years ago.
20 the old house at home
Where my forefathers dwelt;
Where a child at the feet
OF my Mother knelt;
Where she taught me the prayer,
Where she read me the page
Which, if infancy lisps,
Is the solace of age.
My heart mid all changes
Where e'er I may roam,
Never loses it's love
For the old house at home;
For twas there at the feet
Of my Mother L knelt,
In the old house at home
Where my forefathers dwelt.
This song is not much less beauti-
full than THE Holy City" that used
to be frequently Sung in churches.
The second verse tells of the wild
rose and the ivy entwined, and of the
jasmine. The third verse tells in part
And I ne'er shall abide
In its rooms as guest,
Never roam through the fields
That my father possessed"
The last verse tells of "The New
House At Home" 1 am writing all
this to let you know that in my heart
1 respect anyone's oldS home, or the
home of their ancestors. My grand
fathers old home was burned some
years ago, and with that fire went
up in blaze and smoke the scenes Of
my happy childhood memories That
was the home of my Great-Grandfath-
cr, james Crews, ST.
About mile from there is the
old home place of Col. r. P. Taylor,
where Cousin Bette Paris was raised
by her Aunt Martha Taylor That
was later the. home of "Our Mrs.
Plummer," as you called Cousin Hat
tie. 1 remember going there one Sun
day afternoon with my Mother to a
Missionary meeting when 1 was very
small. Cousin Hatties two sons were
small fellows wearing large Lord
Fauntleroy collars Cor whatever they
called them) with flowing black ties.
We played out in the yard while the
missionary meeting was in session.
Near there is the cid home of
George Washington Hunt some dis
lance from the road UP a long drive
way. Giant oaks surround the house,
which is now the home Of Cousin Ed
Hunt.
A mile down the road from Salem
Church is the old homeplace of Uncle
Ed Crews who adopted and raised
his brothers son, Norfleet Children
of the late Norfleet and Lottie Nor
row Crews now live at and own the
place.
Beyond Huntsboro is the home CT
IIiC ldIC Laurie VI. DIcculOV0 WuGTC
mis- widow, Mrs Rebecca Rice Breed
love, and her two daughters now
livet His Mothers father Joseph
Penn Hunt, built the house with his
own hands, including the window
sashes and panel doors. used to
visit there when a boy and Aunt Sue
could make some OF, the best batter
bread I ever ate The well-buckets
filled from the bottom. They used 70
have pigeons there. Their cows were
large red cows with big white spots
on their sides. Once one of the cows
licked her tongue through into the
mules stall eating his hay, and the