For instance, if anyone
told me something, in an hour afterwards, I could not tell whether it
had been hours, days or months since it was told me. I never entirely
recovered from this, still being forgetful of names, dates and circumstances,
unless they are particularly impressed upon my mind. When I could afford
it, I took my child, then twelve years old, down to Galveston, put her
under the care of Dr. Dowell for the purpose of closing the hole in her
cheek. I had to leave the little one down there among strangers, for I
could not afford to stay with her. A mother only will know what this
means. After four operations the place was closed up in her cheek, still
her mouth was closed, her teeth close together. I suffered torture all these
years for fear she might strangle to death. I took her to San
Antonio, Texas, to Dr. Herff, and he and his two sons removed a section
of the jawbone, expecting to make an artificial joint, enabling her to use
the other side of her jaw. After all this, the operation was a failure, and
her jaws closed up again. We, in the meantime, moved to Richmond
from Columbia. We became very successful in the hotel business and I
saved money enough to send her to New York City, where her father, Dr.
Gloyd, had a cousin, Dr. Messinger, who would see that she had the best
relief possible. None of the surgeons there gave her any hope of opening
her jaws. She went to Dr.
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