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| Elizabeth Healey , 1944 |
Life in these United States, by Betty Mae Brice
Once my grandmother sat down with me and she told me all about my great grandfather and his life.
Once upon a time my great great grandmother's family came over on the boat after the Mayflower in 1621. There (sic) name was Bassett. They built a house in Seymour, Connecticut. They got there just where the Revolutionary War was on. They had a daughter that married my great great grandfather. Then after they got married, the Bassett family moved out. So, them my great great grandmother, and my great great grandfather owned the house. Well a little later they had kids they had 5 boys and one girl. The little girl died when she was one. Before she died she had a ring that I have now. The other boys grew up and worked except one of them, my great great grandfather (Harry). He went off west to live with the Indians. While he was west he met Calamity Jane and he became good friends with her. Well when he came back he had a lot of money. And there was a new French maid named Amelia. He fell in love with her and got married. After he got married his parents moved out. Amelia had 6 kids Betty (my grandmother) Katherine, Julia, Harriette, Alice and Harry Jr! When they were kids they all worked hard especially Harry Jr.. When the war came everybody wanted to fight in the war. Even my Uncle Harry. But he stayed to take care of the dairy farm ensted (sic). They had their bad times and their good times. Well one day Betty (My grandmother) was doing her morning chores. The next thing she had to do was cut the corn in the cutting machine. My grandmother was real tidy and a piece of corn was off the track so she picked it up and the corn cutter started chopping on her wrist. So she screamed down to her dad who was at the bottom of the hill. He turned the machine off and came up the hill and got her hand out of the machine and it was a good thing because if he had been any further from the machine it would have chopped her arm off. And then there was a nother (sic) time when she stuck a pitchfork in her foot. See, her sister said she was going to stick a pitchfork hard in the ground well, she did and it just missed her toes, well my grandmother said "that is easy" and she slammed it in her foot. The children on the farm worked real hard, but still had fun like today. And from 1776 the house is still standing and my Aunt Julia is living in it. And every time I go there if I am real quiet I can still hear the voices of my relatives that made my life in these United States possible.
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| The copy of Betty Mae's handwritten story transcribed here. I am guessing this was a school project that found its way to Aunt Julia's archive. |
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| Betty Mae (Brice) Neuman |
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