STANLY COUNTY, NC - HOFFMAN - Reminiscences
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From the Notebook of Lilly Carter Hoffman:
(1968)
 
I was four years old on Sunday, March 27,  1892. It was probably Friday, March 
25th that my father, Robert A. Carter and I were standing in a corner of the 
fenced in garden. He was holding my hand and a man was plowing the garden. As 
he passed, he would yell Gee-haw. These were new words to me and I remembered 
them. I don't remember anything about my fourth birthday, but I've been told 
that my father came home from his store at noon and ate dinner. Then he sat 
before the fire in an open fireplace. As was his custom he took me on his lap 
and sang songs to me. Then he went back to the store. He told my brother 
Ephraim Carter that he was going to walk down the railroad 2 1/2 miles to 
visit his twin sister, Mrs Franklin Rumage and family.
At four o'clock he started home, but when he got as far as the depot he failed 
to turn there. My mother worried about him, others thought he had decided to 
spend the night with the Rumages. The next morning, Tuesday March 29th, a 
coloered woman went to Mrs. Shankle and took the weekly wash down a path, and 
across the railroad to a spring. After she had gone, Mrs. Shankle noticed she 
didn't take the soap, so she told Pat to take the soap to the spring. On the 
way Pat noticed someone lying beside the path, but the colored woman had not 
seen him. She returned home and told her father. He and Pat started out 
together and about halfway to the railroad, she told her father that there he 
was. It was my father and he was dead. This was about 9 AM.
After this we moved to a new house which stood on the corner lot of First and 
North Street, where the First Presbyterian Church of Albemarle now located. I 
remember well the Shankle girls. They lived just one block on First street 
from us and they usually passed our home going to own or Church. They attended 
the same church Central Methodist that the Carter family did.
 
Submitted by Jodie Gee