Finally we came to a large building. It was dark gray like smoke. It had no
windows, just bars. It did not look inviting. We played it by ear and came to
two large men. Guards, I suspected. I was right!
"Who are you?" one of the gruff guards asked. I had to thinks. "Haven't ya
heard, I'm yas new slave, 'n' wife." "We didn't order any new slaves, did we
George?" "Duh, I don't know." "Well, we keep all slaves in the dungeon, come
with us. So, we followed them down a dark passage way, just as dark as the
outside. Suddenly, we were thrown into a small, dreary dungeon, with an old
That old woman, sittin' there, was not just any old woman, it was Ma! But I's
didn't know that. Me being so outward with things, asked the old woman how she
came to be in this dungeon. She said that she used to be a slave, but when the
North won the war, they threw her in here so she wouldn't be discovered when
the building was inspected for slaves. "Uh" I said. I introduced myself and
Angie and she said that she used to have a son named William, but he died. I
said that me Ma and Pa died too.
She put her old, wrinkled hand in mine and
said, "Pleased to' meet ya, William an' Angie." She hugged Angie. "I am
"Sarah what?" I asked.
"Sarah Louise Taylor," she said proudly. That
was my mother's name.
"What's your husband's name?" I asked her with a kinda
shaky voice, wantin' t' hear the old woman answer.
"Frederick Jacob Taylor."
"And what is yer dead son's name? "
Her eyes were sorrowful. "William Frank
I burst out cryin', as I hugged the old woman. "It's me, ma!" For a long while we
sat, just cryin' and blurtin' out things that we remembered from the ol' days,
"remember that quilt ya made that fell apart two days after ya made it," was
one of the things I blurted out. I had followed my heart to her, and here she