When my mother died I was 8 1/2 years old, and [Catherine] one year less, yet she remembers all particulars and events of each day whilst I scarcely recollect anything (and so with very many other cases) except being sent for, the memory of going into her room, my father meeting me--crying afterwards.

I recollect my mother's gown and scarcely anything of her appearance, except one or two walks with her.

I have no distinct remembrance of any conversation, and those only of a very trivial nature.

I remember her saying "if she did ask me to do something," which I said she had, "it was solely for my good." Catherine remembers my mother crying, when she heard of my grandmother's death.

Also when at Parkfield how Aunt Sarah and Aunt Kitty used to receive her.