My Mysterious Mary Margaret Magdalene Meadows

My great grandmother is a mystery to me. My mother knew her well, but she’s 93 and can’t think of much to say about her. My cousin knew her too, but she has nothing to add either. I have no photos, no diaries, no one’s memories.

Here’s what little I do know. She had thick hair that she wore in a knot at the back of her neck. When she got old it turned pure white. She had a sweet face. She called my mother “Little Joe,” though her name is Ruth. She made mackerel cakes for lunch when her daughter and family came to visit.P1000721

Mary Margaret Magdalene Meadows was born on May 10, 1864 in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Page County, Virginia.

The “Magdalene” part of her name is not confirmed, but my mother tells me that was her second middle name, and I have seen “Mary M. M. Meadows” on several documents. So I’m going with it.

Mary was born during the Civil War, just about the same time her father died from it.

Not in it, mind you, but from it. The circumstances are a mystery, and there are several theories, but no evidence that would confirm any one of them.

One thing is certain: Mary grew up a fatherless child, and for this it is said she was given powers.

A girl who is born after her father dies is said to have the gift of healing a baby’s thrush. The healer has only to lean close and blow gently into the baby’s mouth.

Mary Meadows had this power, and through her life many new mothers cP1000789ounted on her healing breath. My mother says this was her only extraordinary healing power, but that it was well-used.

My grandmother, Florence Collier Merica, who was Mary’s child, learned many remedies from her mother.

Put an axe under the bed of a birthing woman and it will cut the pain in two, she said.

Brew ginseng root into a tea for the flu, sassafras for a fever.

Give brandy with sugar and water to a child with a cold.

I’m sure there were other poultices and tonics, oaths and spells that were engaged when needed.

Maybe I can pluck one or two more out of my mother’s memory, but mostly they are lost to history, as much a mystery to me as Mary Margaret Magdalene Meadows.

Mary Meadows married William Collier in 1884, when she was 20 years old. He was 28.Mary M. Meadows and William Durret Collier wedding photo

He went by his middle name, Durret, which, with the Blue Ridge accent, came out as “Dirt.”

They owned property in the Blue Ridge. I recall it was a little over 450 acres.

Durret and his son-in-law, my grandfather, shaved tan bark in the spring to sell to the tannery in Elkton. That land made them a decent living.

Mary raised five healthy daughters and a big, strapping son. Annie, Emmie, Florence, Maggie, Charles, and Minnie, in that order.

They all grew up and married fine spouses, built or moved into homes of their own, and started raising their families.

Then came 1925. In late July Durret died of Hodgkin’s lymphoma after a long and painful illness. He was 69.

One month later their daughter Maggie died too, far too young, and leaving a 13-year old daughter.

So at age 50 Mary took on the granddaughter Maggie left behind. P1000782Maggie’s husband Comie Watson, a handsome young man, couldn’t care for his daughter, either through grief or aptitude, or because the family decided young Elsie Mae needed a woman’s care.

Elsie was raised with care, as loved as any child could be, and doted on by her grandmother and four aunts.

All Mary’s family was dear to her, and near to her. Only one daughter moved away, to Newport News, a half day distant. The others lived within a few miles of her Jollett Hollow home, two in #2 Furnace and two in Fleeburg.

What a time there was when the daughters visited! They sat and gossiped the afternoon away as the children played wild inside and out, or quietly read or listened while the women talked.

Her second to oldest, Florence, who was my mother’s mother, took her younger children with her on these visits.

When she could, she got her son Jesse to drive them, either in the car or in the wagon. Occasionally her husband Tom came along and did the driving.

Tom always greeted Mary the same, “Afternoon, Miss Mary.” Mary always answered, “Oh, Tom!” Theirs was a true respect and affection.P1000745

If there was no one to drive them, Florence and the children walked the several miles from Fleeburg to Jollett Hollow. Or, as the community called it, “Jolly Holler.”

They commenced several miles down Fleeburg Road, past Minnie’s house, past their beloved Oak Grove Church, then across Naked Creek and left onto Naked Creek Road.

They walked up past the Merica Store, the road winding with the creek, about six miles distant, till they reached the plank footbridge that took them across to Mother Mary’s log house.

As a routine they stopped along the way at Merica’s Store to buy several cans of mackerel.

They took the mackerel to Mary and she tossed it with an egg and a little cornmeal, shaped it into patties, and fried the cakes up in lard till they were hot and crispy. These were savored by the women and children alike during those visits.

After lunch the children might leave the women alone to talk in peace.

P1000715One late fall day Elsie was asked to watch little Ruthy and Annie Merica, my future mother and her little sister, play outside after lunch.

They got down to the bridge and started across. Elsie called to the children to be careful, just as little Annie gave Ruthy a good shove and she fell in.

Elsie ran into the cold creek, grabbed up Ruthy, and raced into the house to get off the sogged wool clothes and wrap her in a warm blanket.

All that afternoon Ruthy sat by the stove and listened to the women chatter, and loved every moment of it.

I wish I had a picture of that old log house. I remember it vaguely, still standing on the hill long decades after Mary died, logs mortared with mud chinking that was now so loose that the wind leaked in, three wood steps and a stoop up to the front door, packed dirt floor inside, though the second story was fairly nice with plank floors and better walls. Only Elsie lived there now, as old and decrepit as the house, with her vast and beloved store of folk songs she had gathered through the years.

I wish I had taken a photo the last time I saw it. Better yet, I wish I had wandered through with the nostalgia that I feel now that I am older. I would have liked to feel my great grandmother in that space, for I am certain her energy still radiated. Then I could have known a little more about her, not through documents or facts or other people’s memories, but through my own senses.

But it’s too late now. And what I’ve said is all I know about my great-grandmother. Except for where she was buried after dying on November 21, 1953, five months after I was born. Mary Margaret Magdalene Meadows and William Durrett Collier rest now in the Samuels Cemetery in Jollett Hollow, where I visit them whenever I am in that part of the world.Mary & Durrett Collier headstone

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10 Responses to My Mysterious Mary Margaret Magdalene Meadows

  1. Eleanor B. Carson says:

    So good to read stories about those long ago days. I’m glad you still have access to stories like this and your writing gives me a good picture of it all. Thanks so much. Tell you Mom, I have not heard from any of he other 10 people left in our graduation class at Shenandoah High in 1940. So I don’t know if they are just not able to correspond or if they are already gone to glory. They would have to be at least my age of 91, so they could be infirm, or unable to respond in any way. I’m so sorry. I wanted to do something for the 10 of us that would bring us together somehow. But it doesn’t look like that is going to happen. God Bless you, Eleanor Carson

  2. Such a beautiful story about our Great Grandmother Cindy!!!! Thanks!

  3. Wendy says:

    Durret and Mary are both wearing flowers — must be a wedding photo. Such an interesting story about those special powers.

  4. Lois Watson says:

    Being a grandchild of Comie and Goldie McDaniel Watson, I enjoyed the above story. As a chiId, I knew and loved my Aunt Elsie. Having Meadows (both sides), Breeden (both sides), Hensley, Maiden, Eppard, McDaniel, Lam, etc. ancestory, I, too, think that our mountain ancestors were very much worthy of respect and admiration. According to my grandfather, Comie Watson (and other relatives in the family), Comie’s biological father was Zachariah Jefferson Meadows, son of Mitchell Meadows. My grandfather inherited “Uncle” Jeff’s property. I have never investigated but wonder if Jeff inherited that land from his father, Mitchell. I know that Jeff’s sister, Susan Meadows, and her son, Newman, lived very close by. Of course, my father knew Newman and his family at the time. By the way, as you no doubt already know, Mitchell Meadows was married to Virenda McDaniel, daughter of Zacharial McDaniel (ancestor of Goldie McDaniel though Stacy). Zachariah McDaniel named these children in his will – Malinda Nighting, Sarah Breedon, Virniad Meadows, Stacy McDaniel and William L. McDaniel.

    Lois Watson

    • cynthiaberryman says:

      Lois, are you a sister or cousin of Gloria Pittman? Her Watson stories sound similar to yours. She and I have become great email pals, and she sent me a copy of her cookbook for Christmas, which I will cherish. Thank you for the information in your comment. I don’t know much about that branch of the family, so it’s always good to be able to add to what I know!

      • lois watson says:

        Yes, I am her first cousin. I never knew until lately of her great interest in genealogy. I have been interested in it forever – since college. She is writing about our family’s early life in the area and doing a great job. I get to write a section in it about Watson family history. I need to get on the blue ridge genealogy site. My sister is there and mentioned you. I absolutely love your stories and your illustrations. By the way, Jan Hensley wrote extensively of the meadows family in.the first volume of Sallie’s story.

        • cynthiaberryman says:

          Yes, I’ve got Jan Hensley’s book. It’s quite something, isn’t it?! I hope you get on the Blue Ridge genealogy page – there’s lots going on there.

  5. JPR Ancestry says:

    I believe Mary Margaret Magdalene Meadows is one of my relatives, as well, Cynthia. My mom was a Hensley. Jan and I share a common great grandfather and grandmother, as I see you do, as well. I’m glad I spotted this story in your blog. Anything with a little magic makes for a good one, especially if it’s healing magic 😉

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