(In October 1978, The Evergreen Courant newspaper in
Evergreen, Ala. published a lengthy, three-part series of historical articles
called the “Early History of the Alabama Baptist Orphanage.” Written by Mary E.
Brantley, the first installment of these articles appeared in the Oct. 12, 1978
edition of The Courant. The other two installments appeared in the Oct. 19,
1978 and Oct. 26, 1978 editions of The Courant, respectively. What follows is
Part 2 in its entirety. Enjoy.)
THE ANDREWS SISTERS: The Andrews sisters, “Miss Hattie” and
“Miss Rosa,” were born at Pineapple, Ala., daughters of a farm couple. Miss
Hattie went to the home in Evergreen in 1913 as head matron of the girls’
cottage with the understanding that she would try it for one month. She was still
working at the Home in Troy in 1947 when ill health forced her to retire. Miss
Rosa went to Evergreen in 1915 and continued her work for 34 years. These two
sisters devoted their lives to teaching and guiding all the children under
their care. They helped each child to live happy, useful and well-adjusted
lives.
Miss Hattie departed this life at Fairhope, Ala., March 24,
1955. Her funeral was conducted by the pastor of the Baptist Church in
Fairhope, March 26, 1955. A beautiful tribute was written to her by Dr. J.O.
Colley Sr., who was the Superintendent of the Baptist Orphanage, when it was
moved from Evergreen to Troy.
Miss Rosa continues to live at home in Fairhope with her
sister-in-law, Annie. In her Christmas letter of 1976, she writes: “Annie and I
batch together. Our old body-wheels slowly turning; the old axles are worn and
the spoke wobble; but we keep rolling along trying to make each day count for
something – just a smile or kind word makes the day brighter. Annie and I are
blessed to have each other. She does the cooking and I do the EATING. We work
together pretty well as a team.”
When I began this series of articles, I wrote to Miss Rosa
asking her to tell me her memories of the Orphanage when she was there as
matron. She wrote me a 16-page letter: “Your letter came while I was on a most
thrilling trip through the Great Smokey Mountains and to Washington, D.C. This
was a treat and a wonderful trip for me at the age of 87.
“I went to the home in Evergreen in December 1915 to take
over the work in the Baby Cottage. My sister Hattie had previously gone to the
Home in 1913 as Dietician, Head Matron and Cottage Supervisor. She lived in the
main building (Rabb Home) with about 75 older girls.
“When I arrived at the Home, Hattie went with me to the Baby
Cottage and introduced me to three other girls who would be my helpers. The
little girls and boys were all ages and types – some blondes, brunettes and
redheads. I saw hunger in their eyes for love and recognition, so I began to
shed tears. Sister Hattie said in a low voice: ‘Don’t do that, we are here to
work for the peace, happiness and security of these children.’ She then led me
through the building, showing and explaining details and routine work. She took
me to the clothes room where shelves were full of rompers for boys and gingham
aprons for girls. There were little nightgowns and underwear and all these
garments had to be mended and kept in order. The routine was like mountains to
me. I wondered if it were possible for me to do all this work. Hattie left me
in charge of the little flock. Soon we had the little ones in their little
white nighties, kneeling at the head of their beds for prayer. When they were
all tucked in bed, I went to my room exhausted and with an aching head. Soon
two older girls came in with a basin of warm water for me to bathe my feet. I
was so touched by such loving kindness of these two girls. We had a cheerful
chat, my feet had a good soaking, and the headache was soon gone.
“I sat down to write a short note to my boyfriend whom I
left in Mobile. Two little brothers had slipped out of bed and came to my door
watching me writing. They eased in and said, ‘Lady, will you please write to
our mamma?’ I put my arm around them, kissed them and asked if they could tell
me where mamma lived. They said, ‘We don’t know, she just lives in the
crazyhouse.’ I never got in touch with the mother but I stayed in touch with
the little brothers. I have followed them through boyhood to manhood and they
both became fine business men. I still keep in touch with them.
“We did everything by bells. We really moved with that ole
bell. We had to get up at 5:30 each morning. All the little children had to get
dressed, hands and faces cleaned, and hair combed. My what a rush to get
breakfast by 6:00. Miss Hattie greeted the children at the dinning room door
and saw that all were seated at the right table. One older girl was assigned to
serve each table. Prayer was always offered before each meal.
“As soon as breakfast was over, all went back to the
cottages for general routine and assignments. Beds were made, floors swept,
dusting and many other little chores had to be done before 8:00 when the bell
rang for school. Boys and girls went in shifts; some worked while others went
to school. The younger children were in kindergarten. The dinner bell rang
promptly at 12:00 noon; supper bell at 5:00; study hall bell at 7:00 p.m. The
studies were supervised by the teachers.
“At 9:00 children were ready for bed. Each Saturday was
general house cleaning. Each Sunday, everyone attended services at the First
Baptist Church where Dr. Jeter Dickinson was pastor. Sunday School was held in
the Chapel at the Home each Sunday afternoon. Often Mr. Rabb and Evergreen
friends helped with the Sunday School.
“Different work was assigned to each child for a period of
two weeks, then changes were made. Buster Stokes was the chief cook but the
girls helped with all house work and the boys helped with the laundry, the farm
and dairy work, taking care of the mules, cows and pigs.
“We edited a small paper, ‘Our Children,’ which was done on
the printing press at the Home with some older boys being in charge. The news
items were prepared by the cottage mothers and teachers. The superintendent
furnished the business items. Miss Hattie and the older girls folded the papers
and got them ready to mail out over the state.
“We had daily prayer service in each cottage. In the Baby
Cottage, we learned Bible verses and some Psalms and even entire chapters of
the Bible. It was amazing how easily and quickly these little children learned
to memorize.
“It was a happy experience to see their lives, like the
petals of a flower, unfold each day: physically, mentally and spiritually. They
grew into strong, healthy Christian men and women and made their lives a
blessing to the world and an honor to our Lord and Savior.
“Now, all work and no play is not good. We had fun! There
were strolls in the woods, perhaps with some cold biscuits and salt bacon. We
built a fire and broiled our sliced meat and had a sumptuous picnic lunch. We
gathered hickory nuts, grapes, huckleberries, blackberries, plums or whatever
was ripe at that season.
“Sometimes we went to Mineral Springs for picnics. A creek
was nearby and many of the children learned to swim here in what we called
‘Fifteen Foot Hole.’ One day, one of the teachers and I were swimming in this
‘Fifteen Foot Hole,’ the children had been with us but they had crawled out.
The steep bank was so slick we couldn’t get out and for a minute it was
frightening until the children lined up, held hands, reached down and pulled us
out.
“Another time, the children had peanuts drying on top of the
Baby Cottage. They kept insisting that I climb the ladder to the top of the
house to eat peanuts and enjoy a beautiful view from such a high point. With
their help, I made it to the top – enjoyed the peanuts and the view. All the
children got down while I sat on top of the house afraid to back down over the
eaves of the house onto the ladder. Again, the little boys came back and helped
me down.
“Adalaid Stark Morris (Granny to us) lived in the Rabb home
with Miss Hattie and the older girls. She came from Virginia where she had
served as a house mother in a boys’ college. She was a widow, no children, and
very old. She was a precious ‘Granny’ to all of us. She was always mending a
boys cap or making a soft ball for the boys. She kept candy, cookies or
tid-bits in her room for little tea parties for the small children. Every
morning she was out feeding the birds and in the evenings she was helping the
children with their chores. Her health was good but she was rather deaf and
used a long cardboard tube for a hearing aid. Her hair was parted in the middle
and she always wore long, full-gored, black shirts. On Sunday mornings, she
stood on the sidewalk and as the children passed by on the way to church, she
put a penny in each hand for their collection money. ‘Granny’ moved with the
flock to Troy and lived to be almost 100.
“To the east and back of the Baby Cottage (small children),
was a beautiful sloping pine grove. This was an ideal playground for the little
boys to make straw house, shoot sling shots and bows and arrows. They also
played ball here and had a little garden plot. When the farm supervisor missed
some of his tools like hoes, rakes, hammers, hatchets or an ax; he could find
them on the boys’ playground. The small children played in the front yard. They
enjoyed playing house, school, dolls, hop-scotch and ball.
“Sometimes my little boys got into trouble: one day Miss
Hattie had a large sack of black-eyed peas in the sunshine on the back porch of
the kitchen; my boys found them and took a supply for their slingshots. Peas
were scattered from the kitchen to the Baby Cottage. As soon as Miss Hattie
discovered what had happened, she had all the peas picked up and returned and I
received a good scolding for not keeping a closer eye on my brood. We picked up
peas for days and days!
“Another time, Miss Hattie found my boys in the milk room
where she had just placed a large cake that was baked for dinner. Almost all
the cake had been devoured when Miss Hattie walked in. My boys came hurrying
home with tears streaming down from their eyes.
“Now, not all days were sunshine and roses. There was World
War I when some of the boys were on the battlefields. We lived through a
depression with meager financial support: the Home was in debt, workers had
very small salaries, buildings were old, leaking and dilapidated; all equipment
run down beyond repair; three buildings had burned to ashes; terrible
overcrowded conditions and no room for more children.
“The terrible epidemic of influenza hit the Orphanage about
1917-18. Everyone was down at the same time except Rev. Stewart and two small
children. Evergreen friends came in to help but most all of them were ill too.
Dr. Emmett Stallworth was our doctor and most loved person by the children and
staff. He took care of us night and day. All our laundry and clothes got mixed
up and it was a long time before things were back in place. Miss Hattie stayed
in bed a short time and was soon back in the kitchen preparing meals for all
the sick ones. Dr. Stallworth was our life saver!
“These were distressing times but we struggled through with
the help of the good Evergreen people. Finally a decision was made to move the
Home to Troy in 1923. It was a sad, moving away from the Old Home and leaving
so many friends – the Iveys, McCrearys, Stallworths, Cunninghams, Demmings,
Cravins, Dickinsons, Taliferros, Hendersons, Rabbs and so many more.
“The little candle that God inspired Father Stewart to light
down here on earth, must be a bright shining star in his heavenly crown. The
light also shines in the lives of many thousand girls and boys and workers who
lived at the Home. They radiate this light to all the world to honor and
glorify our Lord and Savior as the years go by.”
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