Biographical fiction; Immigrants -- United States -- Fiction; United States -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction
New houses were dotting the town here and there, some of them
large and handsome with spacious grounds. Kerosene oil lamps were put
up to light the streets and an "Opera House" was built, where many a
stock company came to play in tragedy or comedy. Shakespeare's plays
were the favorites of the community and Jaffray and Renestine went
often to the theatre, accompanied by their two daughters, who were in
their advanced school-day years and able to appreciate it. There were
two little sons added to their family circle; they remained asleep in
their trundle beds with old Aunt Caroline watching over them, as she
had watched over the little daughters. Josiah had died right after the
war was over, but he lived to see his people freed and schools opened
where they could be taught to read and write--a precious privilege. He
had said to Aunt Caroline just before his last illness: "Thanks be to
God that He has set the colored folks free, but thanks be to Him mosen
for gibbin' me a good marsa and missus who gibs me my close, my vittles
and my me'cine."
The relation of the household servants to the Southern family
was that of trust and affection after their liberation. In advanced
years, like old Aunt Caroline, the younger servants saved them
unnecessary steps and their days were happy and peaceful.
Near the home which Renestine and Jaffrav occupied almost
touching the porch was a huge oak tree spreading wide shade around it.
Here the children played; or, if it was a rainy day, they carried
their precious dolls and drums into the latticed summer house built for
ornamentation and use in very hot weather, where woodbine and
honeysuckle ran along its diamond-shaped walls and hung thick and
colorful in great waves. Jaffray loved his home and spared nothing
that would make it comfortable and attractive.
His days were very arduous now, as he had to learn the methods
of a government position. It appealed to him, though, for it was a
pursuit which required reading up on rules, laws and regulations, and
his bent was for books and instruction from them. While his days
passed in attending to the business of the Post Office, his nights were
given to study and self-improvement. He was never satisfied with what
he achieved; to learn and to know more and more was his ruling passion.
Many citizens now called upon him for advice. He would be asked to
speak when a new building was opened or a public movement was on foot.
They knew him to be generous and full of civic pride. He belonged to
the Board of Aldermen and at one time was offered the office of Mayor.
He had the confidence and respect of all the inhabitants of the town
and his politeness and gentleness were the qualifications which made
them love him.
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