Special Days and Their Observance: September 1919Anonymous
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Special Days and Their Observance: September 1919
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Holidays -- United States; Schools -- Exercises and recreations -- New Jersey
The following autobiography was written by Mr. Lincoln's own hand at
the request J. W. Fell, of Springfield, Illinois, December 20, 1859. In
the note which accompanied it the writer says: "Herewith is a little
sketch, as you requested. There is not much of it, for the reason, I
suppose, that there is not much of me."
I was born February 12, 1809, in Hardin County, Kentucky. My parents
were both born in Virginia, of undistinguished families--second
families, perhaps I should say. My mother, who died in my tenth
year, was of a family of the name of Hanks, some of whom now reside
in Adams County, and others in Mason County, Illinois. My paternal
grand-father, Abraham Lincoln, emigrated from Rockingham County,
Virginia, to Kentucky, about 1781 or 1782, where, a year or two later,
he was killed by Indians, not in battle, but by stealth, when he
was laboring to open a farm in the forest. His ancestors, who were
Quakers, went to Virginia from Berks County, Pennsylvania. An effort
to identify them with the New England family of the same name ended
in nothing more definite than a similarity of Christian names in both
families, such as Enoch, Levi, Mordecai, Solomon, Abraham, and the
like.
My father, at the death of his father, was but six years of age, and
grew up literally without any education. He removed from Kentucky to
what is now Spencer County, Indiana, in my eighth year. We reached
our new home about the time the state came into the Union. It was
a wild region, with many bears and other wild animals still in the
woods. There I grew up. There were some schools, so called, but no
qualification was ever required of a teacher beyond readin', writin'
and cipherin' to the rule of three. If a straggler, supposed to
understand Latin, happened to sojourn in the neighborhood, he was
looked upon as a wizard. There was absolutely nothing to excite
ambition for education. Of course, when I came of age I did not know
much. Still, somehow, I could read, write, and cipher to the rule of
three, but that was all. I have not been to school since. The little
advance I now have upon this store of education I have picked up from
time to time under the pressure of necessity.
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