12 • A FEW MEMORIES
like a benediction over all. What golden days those were, filled only with holiness, simplicity, and peace! Another well-remembered day was when I was first allowed to polish the church silver, and then to deck Our Lady's altar. After that Nonie began to teach me the organ. He wished to train my brother and me for the lives he and my mother had mapped out for us. My brother was to study medicine and help him generally (Nonie was an excellent physician, and could soothe the bodily as well as the spiritual ills of his flock), while I was destined to care for his small household, tend the parish poor, train the choir, and play the organ on Sundays and holidays. But man proposes and God disposes. About that time, after remaining a widow for five years, my mother was married to Dr. Hamilton Griffin, of Louisville. A surgeon and major in the Southern army, he had gone through the entire war, having been wounded severely on two occasions. He was full of reminiscences of Sherman and Grant—to whom, in after-years, he introduced me—and knew personally Stonewall Jackson and Robert E. Lee. He admired both enthusiastically. General Lee, he often said, was the most courteous gentleman, as well as the most brilliant soldier, he had ever met.