Essay presumed to be by Belle's younger brother Benjamin Franklin Tisdale Jr. (1860-1893) circa 1873 about childhood events in
New Orleans and Baton Rouge. Photocopy of handwritten document on three sheets of legal sized paper. Location of original is unknown. Transcribed exactly as written.
Transcription
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The
Joys of Childhood
O!
Childhood Joys are very Great
Aswinging
on his Mothers gate
A
Eatin Kandy till his mouth
Is
all stuck up from North to south
I
selected this subject because I once was a child. You may regard that
as an extraordinary statement nevertheless it is true. I remember
that one of my favorite Joys, was to go out in the big road, (up in
country) and pile dust on my head and when I got tired of that I used
to throw it at Willie and try to stuff it in his ears, eyes, &
nose, but when we went in the house Mama would take us out into the
bath-room & suddenly sounds as of applause mingled with piteous
wails would rise on the air. When we came out we felt warm and
naturally supposed that one of mama's slippers did too, But the
interview in the bath room was not one of our Joys, though we did
think it was one of mama's. When we got ourselves muddy dabbling in
the Bayou (which was another innocent little Joy) the dirtiest places
used to be the nicest to us.
[Written
in the margin]
If
there was company I would say I'm a good boy ain't I mama You Wont
Whip me will you Mama but I felt much like a fly and Mama looked
like a spider and then there would be another interview in the
Bathroom.
One
day while we were in the city (we were in the country in the summer)
Mama sent Annie (the nurse) with us to get our hair cut Annie and
mama a few days
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before had been talking about shaving hair and one
said it would make the hair come out curly, the other said it would
come out black, and so Annie took it into her head to get our heads
shaved and so we went to a shop I got Shaved first without any thing
happening of any note, but when Willie got in the chair the barber
lathered half his head and shaved it he Jumped out of the chair and
said: You shan't put any more white sugar on my head; and we had to
go to another barber shop where Mary, Belle and the rest of Willie
were shaved. When we got home Mama & Papa were Just sitting down
to dinner We all came in single file. Papa was Just opening his
mouth to receive a piece of meat & Mama was Just going to cut a
piece when they caught sight of our heads. They looked like
paralysis had struck them, I was going for my chair (for I was as
hungry as a wolf) when Papa Jumped up and said: Get out of my sight
we all got into back parlor, I was so mad I kicked over some chairs
etc but finding this was not enough to appease my anger I went into
the back yard and caught a little chicken & bit its head of.
After that I went in the house and eat some dinner which set me all
right.
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Soon after this we went up to the country. Well the night we
started there was dancing on the boat and Mary & Belle had gone
to Bed on account of their Heads. They were in the top berth and
poked their heads out to see the dancing & some boys were on a
sofa opposite and commenced to laugh at them they laughed too, not
knowing what they were laughing at. But Belle happened to throw her
hand up & it fell on her head She yells out: Oh! Mary its our
heads. In they went like a retiring & modest turtle does his
head. When we got home the folks were all at breakfast & when we
appeared like four bald headed Ghosts there was a laughing and
spitting & coughing for half an hour after we came. One of my pet
little Joys was to bite my Tongue & go out in the Kitchen &
yell Put Lard on it! Another was when I was hungry to go out on the
Back steps & Bellow!!!; I'm Starvin on Earth These are all the
Joys I remember now (except a Propinquity to hit every thing that
came in our way that was smaller than ourselves.) so I'll take my
quietus.
Judging from the handwriting Frank's essay was probably written about 1873 when Frank, born March 1860, would have been about 13 or 14. He mentions older sisters Mary and Belle and little brother Willie, born November 1861, but not sister Lee, born February 1864. Willie is able to jump down from the barber's chair and speak which would date the events to about 1863 or 1864.
There is another essay in the same handwriting on the same type of legal sized paper titled "Mr. Perkins At the Dentist." I was able to find that story published in several newspapers in the mid 1870s identified as being "From the Danbury Newsman."
According
to Wikipedia The Danbury Newsman was James Montgomery Bailey
(1841-1894), an American journalist from Danbury, Connecticut.
Montgomery established the Danbury News in 1870 and wrote humorous
sketches about commonplace happenings that won him a national
reputation and made his paper known throughout the country. They were often picked up and reprinted in other newspapers. His
first book, Life
in Danbury, consisting of selections from his newspaper articles, was published in 1873. “Mr. Perkins Visits the Dentist” appears on page 95.
See Internet Archive .
I
could not find “The Joys of Childhood” in any of Montgomery's
writings but the style is similar. Did Frank copy a story by
Montgomery and change the characters' names to those of his own
family or did he just mimic the writer's style in his own original
writing? In either case it is an entertaining look at the Tisdale
children's life in the 1860s when they were riding the steamboats up the Mississippi from New Orleans to Baton Rouge to visit their grandparents.
I did find the opening poem in The Singing School from Laura Ingalls Wilders Little House Books. Evidently it was a common children's song of the period.
Oh, childhood's joys are very greatA swingin' on his mother's gateA eatin' candy till his mouthIs all stuck up from north to southAnd other things he likes quite wellThat I ain't time just here to tellBut though I have to mind the ruleI'd rather go to the singing school!
Chorus
Oh the singing school's beautiful
Oh, the singing school's beautiful
If you'll have me for your teacher
I shall be a happy creature
For I dote upon the singing school