Talbot County GaArchives News.....Malissa Frances Hall - article written by her daughter May 1910 May 12, 1910 ************************************************ Copyright. All rights reserved. http://www.usgwarchives.net/copyright.htm http://www.usgwarchives.net/ga/gafiles.htm ************************************************ File contributed for use in USGenWeb Archives by: Carla Miles http://www.genrecords.net/emailregistry/vols/00010.html#0002476 May 11, 2009, 12:09 pm The Talbotton New Era May 12, 1910 The Talbotton New Era Thursday, May 12, 1910 Page Two My Mother If there was nothing else to prove to me that the human being has a soul; that there is a God; that there is a life beyond the grave; that there is something in us beside the sordid things of this world it would be enough to know that there is a constant craving in the man being for human love and sympathy. There is always an insatiable longing in us for love that nothing but love will satisfy. No human being ever felt so low that there was not a tender spot somewhere that human love could not touch. Man is to wholly and altogether bad. When all friends have failed us, when we have been disappointed in love affairs, when our hearts are breaking because we have not had the one love we have desired there is always left one being in the world to whom we can turn and ask love and not be denied: MOTHER. Ah, matchless name of magic! How many tender associations cling around the sweet name of MOTHER? On May 16th, 1858 there was born to Mr. and Mrs. Charles W. Hall a little blue- eyed girl whom they named Malissa Frances – My MOTHER. She lived thru, experienced and remembers the trying times of the sixties. Just after the war she met a rough child of these trying times who had spent the years of the war caring for his mother and younger brothers and sisters while his older brothers was away fighting for his sunny Southland with Lee and Jackson in Virginia. On December the 3rd 1874 when a coy blue-eyed maiden with raven tresses and only seventeen years old she was led to the altar of marriage, FATHER 25. They began housekeeping with no stock in trade except a jarhead mule, a yearling, young hearts and an undying love. The years have seen many vicissitudes, has witnessed a hard struggle against great odds. But love and an unconquerable spirit in the breasts of each has won, and now we the children in their old age profit by their years of toil. Shall we forget? No never God forbid. Do I remember the many times when a sickly child at the point of death my father and my mother watched over me thru the long weary hours of the night. May I never forget and cease to appreciate. I have been far removed from her many times. I have had many ups and downs. Many bitter disappointments have come to me, but above it all and from behind the darkest clouds of despair has always shown the bright star of MY MOTHER’S LOVE. She is growing old now. There are many silver threads among the raven locks. The hard years have left her sweetened and softened in temperament. Her’s is a sweet and abiding faith in the love of God. In the evening of her life, when the sun rays are pointing eastward as it goes down the western skies toward the decline of life, when the midday mile stone is left behind, I come in the morning of my life while the sun is still in the eastern skies, while the dewdrops and diamonds are still upon the grass, while life is still full of opportunity for me, and while she is still alive and place this little bouquet of flowers in her hands to show her that I have not forgotten all her sacrifices for me. She has been a good mother to us all and we trust that God in his goodness will yet spare her many years to advise and comfort us in our younger days. The sixteenth of May is her birthday. This is my remembrance of love to her. “She is a MOTHER still, the holiest thing alive.” File at: http://files.usgwarchives.net/ga/talbot/newspapers/malissaf2802nw.txt This file has been created by a form at http://www.poppet.org/gafiles/ File size: 4.1 Kb