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Title: A history of Rome and Floyd County, State of Georgia, United States of America; including numerous incidents of more than local interest, 1540-1922
Year: 1922 (1920s)
Authors: Battey, George Magruder, 1887-1965
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Publisher: Atlanta, Webb and Vary Co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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er items are frommy own observations, for I have beenin touch with this city for 71 years. GRANDMA GEORGYRECALLSSTAR BOARDERS. — Thank youvery much. Judge Branham, for acopy of Sketches and Reminiscencesof the Rome Bar, compiled by your-self. After reading it with the aid ofa reading-glass a reminiscent moodlaid a canny hand on me and I beganto count the faces of some of theselawyers who sat at my table threetimes a day when I kept boarders onFifth Avenue where the courthousenow stands. Col. W. H. Dabney wasan inmate in my home for severalyears. He was a quiet, unassuming,pleasant gentleman. When court wasin session he ate sparingly—sometimesonly a bit of bread and a glass ofmilk. He often asked me where tofind certain passages of Scripture,saying he had need for them. Capt. C. N. Featherston and Cols.E. N. Broyles and Danl. R. Mitchellwere regular table boarders, Judge A.R. Wright a dinner guest when courtwas in session. All of these gentle- 268 A History of Rome and Floyd County
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Anecdotes and Reminiscences 269 men were very courteous to me andmy housekeeper, Miss McCauley. Thir-ty-two young men sat at my table reg-ularly—business men and clerks. Allhave passed the Great Divide and leftme counting on this spot the faces thatare gone. In my young days I was often aguest in the house of Judge Wright.He was fond of music, and would lieon a sofa while I would play and singfor him. Sometimes tears would creepthrough his closed lids, especially whenI sang Bonnie Doon—sometimes hewalked to and fro in the parlor andcalled for his favorite songs. The curtain of years now veils myeyes, and the drum beats of timehave sadly dulled my hearing, butmemory lingers and I see again manybeautiful pictures, and many sadscenes that have come into my stren-uous life of three score and eighteenyears. God is my Father and He leads meon daily nearer to the City that hathfoundation. Very truly,NAOMI P. BALE. —Tribune-Herald, June 22, 1921. * * * LOVE FOR OLD SLAVES.—Thetender b

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