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Unknown User Somewhere in South Carolina, before 1870, there was a sweet lady, who had a lily blooming in her yard. This lady had a sweet daughter , whose name we do not know, that decided to marry a handsome black-haired, brown eyed man, and seek her fortune in Tennessee.

She was so pleased to have this lily that she took it with her to her new home in Tennessee, where she planted it by her front door. Every time it bloomed, the sweet fragrance called to her and spoke of the love her mother had sent with her forever.

Nettie was the name of one of the daughters of this home. This little girl grew up knowing one day, she would have a lily from the same plant for her own front door. When she smelled its perfume, she knew that at least two generations of women loved her.

Nettie’s family then moved to become pioneers in Texas, where in Hunt County she married a handsome, brown eyed man with hair like a raven’s wing.

Their home in Grayson County had the lily blooming at the front door of the home where some of their children were born.

It was determined that Indian Territory would be a better place to rear their growing family, so William and Nettie Mathis/Mathews Mitchell moved to Aylesworth, IT. And at the door, the lovingly transported lily was planted.

Nettie had two daughters, Annie and Myrtle May. When each of them married a lily was given to them to grow by their front doors, and no matter how far away from home they were, even though Nettie died in 1911, each time the lily bloomed, they would know they were loved.
All too soon, both girls were grown and married. And at first, both of their lilies bloomed in Oklahoma. Then Myrtle Amy and her husband moved to Lubbock, where the lily bloomed in the dry dust of west Texas.
Five years the lily bloomed, and flourished, and then the time came to move again. This time Myrtle May had her own daughters.

In the soft sand of Hobbs, NM with the smell of oil in the air, planted outside of a tent, was the first place I saw the lily. The tent door belonged to my grandmother, Myrtle May Mitchell Owen. My mother , Lillie May Owen Chester took her lily and planted it beside her front door.

So many years later, the lily was moved to my front yard. And though all the women that had the lily before me had long since been dead, I know I have been loved every time the lily blooms. It smells like Mother, and home.

I, now a Guthrie, have shared this lily with descendants of Nettie and it blooms now in six states, as well as in my front yard, not too many miles from Nettie’s home in Aylesworth.

The lily is a Crinum X Herbertii or the wine and milk lily, which because of the research of our mutual cousin, Eva Mitchell Murphy, we know the name of it, and the origin of it in this country in NC and SC.
Dec 01, 2002 · Reply
Unknown User Once upon a very long time ago, it was 1925 in Ralls Texas. There were cotton fields there, and Mitchells and Owens to pick it. The littlest of these was Myrtle May Mitchell Owen's little daughter, Lillie May.

All week she picked cotton or pulled bolls dragging the 4 foot long, half cotton sack behind her. The day started as soon as the sun started drying up the dew and ended when it was too dark to see. It was hot, dry and dusty. Her skin burned and sometimes her thirst was like a living animal gnawing at her throat and belly. Stopping for lunch meant sitting in the shadow of the wagon, eating a cold biscuit with mustard, washing it down with water, tepid, and sometimes muddy. Walking home at night was so hard if you were as small and tired as she always was.

Any money she made went to her father to help support the family. On Saturday she was given a nickel to go to the store and buy glorious things like Cracker Jacks ( that she called pop jacks), penny candy and maybe a sodypop.

That Saturday her 6 year old heart took turns pounding, quivering in excitement and wildly beating in her chest. Her big brothers had traded her nickel for a dime. It was the most money she had ever had to spend, ever. Visions of cotton candy, popjacks, penny candy danced in her head as her mother braided her waist length hair. Maybe she could even buy one of the small frozen charlotte dolls to carry in her pocket. The possibilities were like bees dripping sweet honey into her mind.

Down the road she skipped, singing her favorite hymn about angels. Yes, a frozen charlotte could live in her pockets both in the fields and on Sundays in church. No one would know, and she would be able to secretly rub the smooth , cool bisque and feel good. She had never had a doll of any kind before. She kept skipping toward the store, trying to decide if the doll would have blond or brown hair.

Mr. Gilmore always acted glad to see Lillie. She was a polite little girl who was pleasant for a storekeeper to serve. He set the CrackerJacks and 2 pieces of penny candy on the counter, She was looking longingly at the foot tall doll with the dolly face and white dressing gown,. For a year she had stared at that doll, and he knew her heart desired that special doll, but alas, it was a very expensive one and he could not afford to just give it away.

Finally she pointed to the frozen Charlotte with the bright yellow hair, and he took her dime, handed her the doll, put her Cracker Jacks and candy in a little sack , and smiled at her. She smiled and said she would be back next week.

She was walking slowly along side the road just where the big cottonwood trees grew when 3 boys jumped out of the brush and made a sort of ring around her, She knew them as bullies who hit and beat people up. She clutched her doll and candy tighter and said nothing, but her fear was not hidden.

They teased her, taunted her, kept snatching her doll away, throwing it into the dust and laughing. Tears down her face was inevitable, and that spurred on their meanness.


They tossed the doll once more, and it fell against a rock, the neck breaking inro a jagged edge, the head rolling a bit away. Another of them started pelting her with her Cracker Jacks and they all laughed when she flew at them with fists punching.

No one heard or saw the 16 year old cowboy who quietly rode upon this scene. He stopped his horse and inquired at to what the boys were doing. They of course were ready to fight him too because they had him outnumbered.

He rode over to Lillie and leaned down, He caught her hand and swung her up behind him on the saddle. He untied a 16 foot long bullwhip that had been lightly slung on the side of his saddle.

He began to cut the shirts off the boys without touching their skin. He put holes in their hats. He lightly wrapped his whip around their boots and pulled them off balance so badly they fell to the ground.

They had no bruises, no blood but a healthy fear by this time. They had had no way of knowing this young man was a trick roper, rider and bullwhip artist with a big wild west show up in Oklahoma.

Finally he had them tell him where they lived , because he reckoned their pa's would want to know about the brave boys they were.

He turned his big black stud smartly around and went back to the store.

In the store he bought her cracker Jacks, and candy, and the other frozen charlotte doll. Then he saw her looking at the doll with the dolly face and the dressing gown. He asked Mr.Gilmore to wrap it up for him.

On the way to taking her home, they talked about her life and his. She told him about the cotton patch , and he related funny tales about the Wild west show. Then he told her about his little sister just a bit older than Lillie.

He carefully lowered her to the ground with her candy and popjacks,with Charlotte in her pocket.

Then he handed her the dolly faced doll and said. “ Keep this for me until I see you again., Play with her and pretend you are playing with my little sister” Then he rode away.

That would just be a nice story had it ended there. But for 15 years Lillie dreamed of that young man on the big black horse. When things made her sad, or fearful, she imagined him riding up to make it ok.

Came the day she was working in the kitchen of the ranch house of the Circle CC down New Mexico way, and very sad because of her boyfriend left her, her father was dying and her mother was ill .She was sole support of her mother and the two younger siblings. Tears often mixed with the dishwater and desperation had set in.

Inda, the boss's wife called to her to go tell the new foreman that she wanted him to come up for dinner.

Lillie went down to the corral where the men were working with horses and ask to speak with the foreman. A tall, blue eyed , red haired vaguely familiar man came over to her, took his hat off and said “ I am the foreman here. My name is “Red Chester, how can I help you Mam?” She delivered the message and hurried back to the house.

That afternoon while preparing dinner, she kept thinking and trying to remember what it was about that man that seemed familiar. It niggled at her mind and played with her brain.

Just before dinnertime, she went out onto the back porch to take a damp mop out to dry. He just then came riding up like the wind on that very same black stud, Like lightening she recognized her savior from so long ago.

After dinner had been served, and the family retired to the parlor, she went to her room and carefully removed a dolly faced doll from its cardboard box lined with tissue paper.

Shyly she waited for him to come through the kitchen to go back to his quarters.

When he started to leave, she picked the doll up off the chair and handed it to him. She said “ please take this to your sister, it is her turn to play with it”

Two weeks later they were married, and for the next 45 years kept the doll on a shelf in the living room.

I know, because this is how my parents met.
Jan 27, 2003 · Reply
Declan Mitchell william edward born birming 1872 kia 20 oct 1914 1st battle ypres serjeant 1st southstaffordshire reg
Jun 18, 2007 · Reply
Mary Mitchell My father's family had seven siblings: John, Thomas, Teddy, Catherine, Mae, William, and Margaret. Parents were: William and Mary Mitchell, I think. All born and raised in state of Rhode Island. Does anyone have any information because that's about all I have. Thanks..
Sep 30, 2007 · Reply