"Mother died in childbirth. I was sent into her room, told Isabella's time was near and it was time to say my goodbyes. A hard rain fell that night. I could hear my father and my brothers building her coffin. The hammering of nails was present all through the night. I will never forget looking out the window the next day, mother's coffin loaded on the wagon. I had to stay behind and watch the younger children, but I will never forget watching the wagon leave with mother, her newborn infant, her coffin on our wagon, the rain still pouring." Story told by daughter Mollie McLemore Littlefield.
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"Mother died in childbirth. I was sent into her room, told Isabella's time was near and it was time to say my goodbyes. A hard rain fell that night. I could hear my father and my brothers building her coffin. The hammering of nails was present all through the night. I will never forget looking out the window the next day, mother's coffin loaded on the wagon. I had to stay behind and watch the younger children, but I will never forget watching the wagon leave with mother, her newborn infant, her coffin on our wagon, the rain still pouring." Story told by daughter Mollie McLemore Littlefield.
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