Jones of Old Lincoln (Chapter 2, page 2 of 24)


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Chapter 2

"You remember your history, sir?" He asked, as he returned to his story, but did not give me time to answer. "Well, in 1776, sir, father was then in his twenty-sixth year. He served in the colonial militia and then with George Washington's Continental Army throughout the great and noble Revolution. Brother Will made me sensible of Father's service and told me the stories of Father's adventures when I was a chap of eight or so. The accounts fascinated me, don't you know?

"He and mother gave me the name of his revered general and the father of our nation. Quite an honor for a yet to be known quantity: me." His mood showed warmth and humor. He continued, "Father's service in the Revolution and character established him as a substantial member of the community. Be what it would, he farmed, traded, and became sheriff of King and Queen County. I remember some, but not a great deal, about that time." He went quiet and patted his hands impatiently on the booth table as he swallowed with difficulty a couple of times.

"Mother, my dear mother passed over when I was barely four. She died two weeks after Sister Mary's birth in the fall of 1810." A deep hurt showed in his eyes as he blinked at the wetness his memories evoked. "Henry and Martin tended me during her lying in, and during that terrifying exigency we all cried from the screams coming from her bedroom. Father paced in front of the door as the mid-wife helped mother. I can still hear the pitiful screams and feel Martin's arms around me."

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