Audrey Mae SpencerSpencer Historical CemeteryHenry Straight / William Spencer Family Cemetery
Vaughn Historical CemeterySpencers of East Greenwich, RI
Conversations
27 June 2004

Heather: Hello Mother. Let’s talk ancestry today. Was “little sick grandma” – your grandmother, Anna Maria or was it her mother, Ann Almy Tarbox Spencer?

Audrey: Oh, I can’t remember, but I have it all written down somewhere. I just finished my breakfast. Oh yes, I feel much rested.

27 June 2004

Heather: Mother, Anna Maria’s father, Richard Anthony Spencer, died when he was less than thirty years old. What did he die from?

Audrey: I don’t know for sure. There was a story about climbing a tree and one fell. I do not know for sure.*

* Richard Anthony Spencer, Anna Maria’s father, died in New York on 5-27-1845, so more than likely Audrey’s comment on falling from tree refers to someone else.
27 June 2004

Heather: Tell me about Grandma’s sister, Martha, who married Harry and who named her second son, Raymond and everyone called him Ray. Didn’t you tell me that gave you the idea for Vaughn’s middle name, Ray.

Audrey: Martha married Harry Kirby, who was full of fun and always making me laugh with his jokes. He always was making everyone laugh. Their first child was Harry Jr. Their second son was Raymond who everyone called Ray, and he was full of fun like his dad. Their daughter Viola was full of fun like Ray, and their youngest daughter Marian was quiet. Every other thing, we were all over there as Martha made big dinners every Sunday. Martha laughed right along with them.

27 June 2004

Heather: How fascinating. One son was sober and the other son was comical, and one daughter was quiet and the other daughter was comical. What were the names of Grandma’s other siblings?

Audrey: Susan, Margaret, Rachel, Eben and Walter. Rachel was the youngest and Susan, who did all the sewing, was the oldest, I think. Walter was sickly and I think he died when he was young. He was always sitting in his rocking chair and I think he died in that rocking chair. He probably had some kind of disease like infantile paralysis.

27 June 2004

Heather: Whom did Margaret marry?

Audrey: She had a bunch of children and a big yard for kids.

27 June 2004

Heather: Didn’t Rachel come to live with Grandma? I remember her.

Audrey: Yes,  until she moved back to the city where she died. (Anna Jane’s family was growing and she needed more space in Gramma’s house.) Rachel was the youngest daughter and she was serious and everything had to be just right. She sold silk stockings (at the Outlet, a department store in Providence) so everything was proper in her space. There were long stockings and garters and long stockings with seams down the back. She married Walter, a comical man who was so funny and smart. He had something to say about everything. He died long before she did.

27 June 2004

Heather: Have you heard from Doug lately?

Audrey: Yes, he’s coming. I go and I go, but then I forget where I’ve been. I always have.

(Referring to the caretakers) Oh, yes. They are all good and kind. I like them all. I haven’t had anybody that’s been bad!

I sit here and put my head back and fall asleep. I’m happy here in my little (companion) chair.

I’m looking at Chicken Little, yellow cover with paisley necktie. I had my bunny on the bed when I left. When I came back, there was a chicken here with the bunny. He says  The Night Before Christmas.

27 June 2004

Heather: Did Grandma recite nursery rhymes when you were little?

Audrey: Grandma told nursery stories to me. She sang a song, one-half a story and one-half a song. Grandma would fall asleep, but I was first.

Aunt Jeannie was a second mother. Vaughn went over there as it was a second home. Vaughn didn’t like Aunt Di at all. She took his toys and put them on top of the ice box, where Vaughn couldn’t get them. Addy hollered at her to not take Vaughn’s toys.

Aunt Di had lived in a mansion. When Di’s husband died, she couldn’t live there alone. She was miserable to everyone. Aunt Jeannie was older than she, so aunt Jeannie had to boss her around.

Aunt Di kept out of Dick’s way. He hollered at her. If Dick would get a hold of Di, he would shake her. Addy kept out of Dick’s way. Addy was named out of a book that Aunt Jeannie was reading.

Dick blamed his mother, Aunt Jeannie, for letting the doctors do an operation on him. The doctor said Dick would be cured, but in the end all Dick could do is walk with crutches. (He had polio as a child.) He could drive his car. Here he was an old bachelor and he never harmed any of us. He always said we girls were his legs. He was a wonderful old bachelor. He was always reading. Addy didn’t care to read. Addy didn’t even have a car. Dick would back his truck to the grocery store and they (grocery store help) would put the food in the back of his truck. Addy would bring food into house.

3 July 2004

Heather: Hello, Mother. What are you reading today?

Audrey: I look at these books. I want to read my own books over and over again. Caty, A Biography of Catharine Littlefield Greene by John F. and Janet A. Stegeman (is a book I love). I gave talks on her life.

(Audrey was a member of the Daughters of the American Revolution. Her DAR chapter was the Catharine Littlefield Greene chapter. It broke Audrey’s heart when her local chapter was dissolved because of lack of attracting young members as the older members were dying off).

3 July 2004

Heather: What got you interested in Catharine Littlefield Greene?

Audrey: She was the wife of Nathaniel Greene (who was second in command to George Washington during the American Revolution). Everyone thought the world of her. She never let herself grow up. She always wanted to be a little girl. All she wanted was to be noticed and get a lot of attention. Greene was so busy with the (American) Revolution, but wherever Greene went she went with him. (The Greene’s home is a historical building right here in Coventry where we often had our Daughters of the American Revolution Meetings.)

(I’m looking at) Emily Dickinson’s large print book. I want to read all the old books again. I wish Emily Dickinson’s three books were in large print. Mae Evarone sent these three books to me many years ago.