Freedom Wedding
Deep in my roots are true dramas to see
Mistress Fisher, master's daughter was she,
Eloped with Thomas; slave coachman was he,
fleeing northward to be married and free.
With a brave heart, he drove fast in the night.
Coach curtains closed, drawn, dark and real tight.
But their true faith assured them this was right
for they loved each other as black and white.
Blessings were about in their daring flight.
No wild hounds had pursued them in the night.
Now in freedom's haste they were out of sight,
to the waiting hands that aided their plight.
They quickly seized an opportunity,
to steal away where love could safely be.
Dawn, lanterns on the Quaker farm he'd see.
beacons of freedom neath the tall oak tree.
The Quakers had a spot on freedom ground.
In Delaware they were now safe and sound.
Great Grandmother told this story renown
Hearing her speak left delight and astound.
This story is part of my history.
Which offered so much more meaning for me.
Ask your elders, if still living, to see.
You never know what treasures there may be.
monorhyme, iambic pentameter
Thomas and Henrietta Fisher were married by Quakers. This occurred circa 1804. They gave birth to Eliza Jane Fisher (Gilles) who passed in 1863, married to Levi Gilles. Levi and Jane were my great-great great grandparents who gave birth to Almira Gillis( Boston), wife of Moses Boston. Moses Boston, my great great grandfather, served in the Civil War. He was my great grandmother, Katherine Boston Miller's father. She is the one who told me the story of Thomas and Henrietta Fisher when I was 14. Upon hearing it, I wrote it down. It was later verified by a poem, written by Moses Boston, found after my great grandmother's passing. Poem is in picture.
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Janis Medders Tobechi
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