Books with author O''Connor T. P. Mrs D. 1931

Excerpt from I MyselfY first memory is one of pain. I was the child of a romantic love marriage my father was desperately in love with my mother, and she with him. She died of heart disease when I was a little girl and he was far away, but I have never forgotten her continued calls for him. Many years after, when his voice had grown weak from suffering, and he was at the gates of death, he tried' to raise himself from 'the pillow, and called in a loud, clear voice Marcia Marcia then fell back into unconsciousness. Her beloved name, which he had not spoken for years, was the last on his lips.I have a theory that the children of two people who love profoundly have deeper affections than those whose parents are indifferent or philosophic towards each other; at any rate I was born with a most loving heart, and even yet, after years Of disillusion, experience and trouble, it is still in the power of those Whom I love to hurt me bitterly.I was an unexpected and delicate child, and was greatly loved, and terribly indulged. According to the fashion of the South, I had a foster-mother, a very black young negress of twenty she had already become the mother of two lusty little piccaninnies - shiny, coal-black, fat boys. I adored my Mammy, and my adoration was returned a thousand fold. Love means sacrifice this poor Slave was called upon to make woman's supremest sacrifice for her foster-child, and made it with the generosity of an entirely noble nature.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from My Beloved SouthWandering minstrel I, a thing of shreds and patches. My book is but a reflection of myself; its sole recommendation, - that my bale of cotton grew under warm sunshine, and every thread spun and woven into material is from the old and new South. I have gathered me a posy of other men's thoughts, only the thread that holds them together is mine. Some of the stories have even been told before, but they belong to me by right of inheritance and Love, so may I not tell them again?After many years of absence, when the riches and abundance of my country were displayed to me, it was my ambition to write an informing, practical, statistical book. Such a one as would induce English settlers to set sail for the Southern States. There, English tradi tion, an ever-green, would extend a fraternal welcome, and with a small capital, or even none at all, except health and strong hands, a Home awaits them.But my frank friends discouraged this undertaking. There are so many writers, they said, who know more of the progress, resources, and wealth of the country than you possibly can know. The most you can hope to do, is to make an entertaining South.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from I MyselfY first memory is one of pain. I was the child of a romantic love marriage my father was desperately in love with my mother, and she with him. She died of heart disease when I was a little girl and he was far away, but I have never forgotten her continued calls for him. Many years after, when his voice had grown weak from suffering, and he was at the gates of death, he tried' to raise himself from 'the pillow, and called in a loud, clear voice Marcia Marcia then fell back into unconsciousness. Her beloved name, which he had not spoken for years, was the last on his lips.I have a theory that the children of two people who love profoundly have deeper affections than those whose parents are indifferent or philosophic towards each other; at any rate I was born with a most loving heart, and even yet, after years Of disillusion, experience and trouble, it is still in the power of those Whom I love to hurt me bitterly.I was an unexpected and delicate child, and was greatly loved, and terribly indulged. According to the fashion of the South, I had a foster-mother, a very black young negress of twenty she had already become the mother of two lusty little piccaninnies - shiny, coal-black, fat boys. I adored my Mammy, and my adoration was returned a thousand fold. Love means sacrifice this poor Slave was called upon to make woman's supremest sacrifice for her foster-child, and made it with the generosity of an entirely noble nature.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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Excerpt from My Beloved South Wandering minstrel I, a thing of shreds and patches. My book is but a reflection of myself; its sole recommendation, - that my bale of cotton grew under warm sunshine, and every thread spun and woven into material is from the old and new South. I have gathered me a posy of other men's thoughts, only the thread that holds them together is mine. Some of the stories have even been told before, but they belong to me by right of inheritance and Love, so may I not tell them again? After many years of absence, when the riches and abundance of my country were displayed to me, it was my ambition to write an informing, practical, statistical book. Such a one as would induce English settlers to set sail for the Southern States. There, English tradi tion, an ever-green, would extend a fraternal welcome, and with a small capital, or even none at all, except health and strong hands, a Home awaits them. But my frank friends discouraged this undertaking. There are so many writers, they said, who know more of the progress, resources, and wealth of the country than you possibly can know. The most you can hope to do, is to make an entertaining South. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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