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Ada's Memoir  


One of the early memories of my childhood was my great fear of the Indians, who would come riding over the hill on horseback, shouting and waving their arms. My dog Nero was equally frightened and would grab me by the dress and drag me to the cabin and my mother. His fear was due to the fact that he was aware of their ability to steal anything that was lying unguarded, and their specialty was dogs. My mother later told me they finally captured old Nero. My parents finally separated and my mother went to work in the town hotel where she met Clint Williams my stepfather. This necessitated Zoe and I staying all day in the hotel room, which was the only home we knew. My grandfather, Joseph Milo Stowe, heard of our unhappy state and used his pension money to buy train tickets for our return to Cleveland. We were put on the train and the passengers saw to it that we were fed. When we arrived in Cleveland, Aunt Minnie received us with open arms, sheltered us, loved us, and shared her meager life with us until I was old enough to get a job at housework at sixteen years.