The Black Tree: A warm thank you to a midwife...To God be ALL Glory

Sunday, January 26, 2014

A warm thank you to a midwife...To God be ALL Glory

Mizz'Jane Mitchell, the Town's midwife,

Chil'ren of her own and a full life.

I'm sho'dem ole hands picked cotton, cooked and sew'd,

You made time to go down Lothrop ole'dirt road.

Wut made ha' do dis iz beyond me, I say,

Dalivin' dem baa'beez night and day.

...a negro boy waz bone on April one,

Only you, Maud and God knows how many hours of labor before it was over and done.

You alls waz some strong women back in dem day's Mizz'Jane,

By the Grace of God we all overcame.

A extended Thanks to you Mizz'Jane Mitchell, we owed you's at least dat,

From all the new generation descendants of John Womack.

Ole'what a great story untold,

Thank God by then, dem baa'beez waz not bartered and sold.

Rest in peace Mizz'Jane Mitchell, we will see you soon,

Yes, up yonder in dat uppa'room.

A warm Thanks to all those that struggled through those trying days.

God is Good, yes He is!

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About Me

Hello Family Tree Researcher, my name is Jacqueline Joyce Thomas (born to Gene E. Thomas and Brendel Joyce Lewis) of Texas in '67 . I began doing my family tree search when my son (C. Hicks) was born. He was unfortunately born with Nephrogenic Insipidus Diabetes. When he was two weeks old I could not get him to take his formula, the only thing he would drink was water. We took him to the local emergency room, where the hospital staff spent hours doing test after test and the end result were "we are still uncertain of what is wrong with your son". My heart fell to pieces. The next few days, still nothing. Finally on the forty-fifth day of his prolonged stay , they decided to care flight him to a Children's Hospital where it still took nineteen days for the final results and even then they were not sure. The doctor came into the room with his long white doctor's coat and his glasses hanging from his nose with the final thought (not answer). Ms. Hicks (at the time), "could you have a seat?" My thought was, okay then comes "is you son mixed with Caucasian?" My reply with anger and confusion in my heart was, mixed, with who?...not what but who! And not that I was cared or anything, I have mixed nieces and nephews. Then he went on to explain to me that "that type of diabetes was uncommon, and that it only occurred in every three thousand children" annnnndddd'ah-Rah...here is the killer..."that it only occurred in Caucasian males." Gathering my thoughts and physical seemed to be out of the question. It was not until he turned four years old that I begin getting more and more curious. So next to my son being born with a rare type of diabetes that only (according the doctor) in Caucasian males and me being adopted, I became one curious Sista'. The search began.