“You’re welcome, child,” she said, smiling weakly. “You go on along now, and take care of yourself,” she said, turning her back to me once more as she set the bowl in the sink and filled it with water.
I wanted to linger; I wanted to hear more of Miss Gilly’s stories, but I knew she was through talking, at least for the day, and as I drove home, I knew exactly what I was going to write in my essay. I was glad that I had recorded Miss Gilly telling her stories. Her voice telling me her story would be something I could listen to long after she was gone from this world.
Pictures follow on the next pages.
Miss Gilly’s papa - Samuel Jacobs
Miss Gilly’s mama - Sarah Jane Jacobs
Miss Gilly’s sister-Annabelle Jacobs
My great-grandparents Elizabeth “Betsy” and George Vickers
Travis and Mary Eubanks
Miss Gilly’s husband-Willie Eubanks
Orphan Girl Page 4
