I was sitting by my window yesterday morning,

voiceMountain Home, Ark. December 1963 Collected from: Reba Dearmore Collected by: Carolyn Wood Reel 435, Item 2 Letter Edged In Black I was sitting by my window yesterday morning, Without a, thought of worry or of dread, When I saw the postman coming up the pathway, With such a happy face and juanty air. He rang the bell and whistled as he waited, Then he said, "Good morning to you, Jack." Oh, he little knew the sorrow he had brought me, And he handed me a letter edged in black. With trembling hadnd I took the letter from him, I borke the seal and this is what is said, Oh, come home my boy your dear old father wants you. Oh, come home my boy your mother dear is dead, The last words that your mother ever uttered, Were tell my boy I want him to come back, My eyes are dim my poor old heart is breaking, As I'm writing you this letter edged in black. I bowed my head in sorrow and in silence, The sunshine of my life it all had fled. Since the postman brought that letter yesterday morning, Think of home my boy your poor old mother's dead. Those angry words I wish I'd never uttered, You know I did not mean them, don't you, Jack? May the angels bear me witness I am asking, Your forgiveness in this letter edged in black.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation