My great-grandmother Lizzie Adcock. I love the bonnet!
My aunt recently sent me a 1966 newspaper clipping of an interview with my great-grandmother, Lizzie Adcock. Lizzie raised 13 children in a one-room log cabin in rural Tennessee, with no electricity, no heat, no running water and no 24-hour Walgreen’s down the road.
She was such a spectacle that tourists often stopped by her log cabin to meet her. Even in the 1960s, she seemed thoroughly of the past.
“Lizzie is a master in creating a roaring flame from the smallest speck of hot ash,” the article said, also explaining how “she used to love to get out in the fields and hoe the crops and finds it aggravating that she isn’t quite as capable as she used to be.”
But, perhaps most amazingly, was her childbirthing skills. “A midwife helped with the deliveries but sometimes she would arrive with nothing more to do than add the finishing touches to a job Lizzie had accomplished herself.”
Here’s me in front of her cabin. Note that I’m also wearing a bonnet. This photo, of course, is hung prominently in the Victory house. I can’t wait to go back to Tennessee one day and see what’s left.