My daughters grew up without men. It was not planned that way, it just happened.
Their daddy died in the great war when my youngest was still a baby. I never searched out another man to help me raise the children, manage a tobacco and pig farm, run a household and feed the family. Figuring out if there is another man that could come close to matching the partnership I had with my James would take too much time. Sure there were other men out there, but not many. In the 1918, most men died of illness, going to fight in the war, or just plain stupidity. By the time I got over losing James, I had figured out how to make it all work by myself. Of course I couldn’t do it alone. There was plenty of smart people that I paid to help me get everything done.
What brings me the most pride are my girls.
Dianne, the oldest and most practical, grew up to be the bookkeeper for the house and farm. The two most important things about farming is to have enough to pay cash for what we needed at the farm, for the people, and the church. She was the sweetest one. There was not a soul in our county that didn’t know and like her.
Ethel was three years younger than Dianne. She was the always working out how things should work – the fairness and justice in our county. When she saw something going wrong, she let everyone know. Ethel is probably why I never married again. She never saw a man that was good enough to live in our household. It was not easy to make it through our gate if Ethel didn’t think you a good person.
Annie was the third child and the most ambitious. Annie kept pushing us to plant different crops, not just one or two. When she was about 15 she wanted us to “diversify” just in case something people didn’t want to buy tobacco anymore. She also was eager to leave North Carolina to make a good wage. At 17 she move to Washington, DC and sent home money every month.
Caroline was the fourth of four girls – my baby. She never saw her daddy, but she looked just like him. She had a tough time as a baby. She cried a lot. I figured she was making sure the attention didn’t go to something else. Caroline was a nervous child. It was hard for her to get along with people. None of the jobs she took to earn money panned out for more than a few months. I think she was so angry because the war took her daddy. Most boys she knew “couldn’t be trusted”, she said. Caroline tried hard to fight off the devil, but one time she could not. I am most proud of Caroline for knowing that she needed others to help her. She grew into a wonderful young woman that could teach children to be better than most.
Get to know the Nash Sisters in both novels. Available on Amazon.