Description of Lucinda Bleakly written by her nephew, F. T. Little in an unpublished manuscript.
Aunt Lucy, the mother, was broad shouldered and stout, possessed of a merry, happy disposition that made her the joy of the home and a favorite in the community. Nine little black heads that had been pillowed in her strong arms had looked up into her soft dark eyes and called her Ma, and yet there was room in her great mother heart for any sorrowing one, who was in need of a friend. You would have called the Bleakly family poor, for it required all of Uncle Billy's industry and frugality--with what help the older children could render, coupled with Aunt Lucy's economy and ingenuity, to wrest from the little farm, the rent and the bare necessities of life. What a healthy, happy, witty, funloving bunch of children they were.
But no matter how boisterous they may have been at play, when they entered the house and surrounded the table, there was a calm and each head was bowed, while Uncle Billy lifted his voice and heart to God, the Giver of all good, that they were again supplied with their "Daily Bread."
Aunt Lucy, the mother, was broad shouldered and stout, possessed of a merry, happy disposition that made her the joy of the home and a favorite in the community. Nine little black heads that had been pillowed in her strong arms had looked up into her soft dark eyes and called her Ma, and yet there was room in her great mother heart for any sorrowing one, who was in need of a friend. You would have called the Bleakly family poor, for it required all of Uncle Billy's industry and frugality--with what help the older children could render, coupled with Aunt Lucy's economy and ingenuity, to wrest from the little farm, the rent and the bare necessities of life. What a healthy, happy, witty, funloving bunch of children they were.
But no matter how boisterous they may have been at play, when they entered the house and surrounded the table, there was a calm and each head was bowed, while Uncle Billy lifted his voice and heart to God, the Giver of all good, that they were again supplied with their "Daily Bread."
Description of Lucinda Bleakly written by her nephew, F. T. Little in an unpublished manuscript.
Aunt Lucy, the mother, was broad shouldered and stout, possessed of a merry, happy disposition that made her the joy of the home and a favorite in the community. Nine little black heads that had been pillowed in her strong arms had looked up into her soft dark eyes and called her Ma, and yet there was room in her great mother heart for any sorrowing one, who was in need of a friend. You would have called the Bleakly family poor, for it required all of Uncle Billy's industry and frugality--with what help the older children could render, coupled with Aunt Lucy's economy and ingenuity, to wrest from the little farm, the rent and the bare necessities of life. What a healthy, happy, witty, funloving bunch of children they were.
But no matter how boisterous they may have been at play, when they entered the house and surrounded the table, there was a calm and each head was bowed, while Uncle Billy lifted his voice and heart to God, the Giver of all good, that they were again supplied with their "Daily Bread."
Aunt Lucy, the mother, was broad shouldered and stout, possessed of a merry, happy disposition that made her the joy of the home and a favorite in the community. Nine little black heads that had been pillowed in her strong arms had looked up into her soft dark eyes and called her Ma, and yet there was room in her great mother heart for any sorrowing one, who was in need of a friend. You would have called the Bleakly family poor, for it required all of Uncle Billy's industry and frugality--with what help the older children could render, coupled with Aunt Lucy's economy and ingenuity, to wrest from the little farm, the rent and the bare necessities of life. What a healthy, happy, witty, funloving bunch of children they were.
But no matter how boisterous they may have been at play, when they entered the house and surrounded the table, there was a calm and each head was bowed, while Uncle Billy lifted his voice and heart to God, the Giver of all good, that they were again supplied with their "Daily Bread."
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