New York and its bright lights are all right for a while and New York people are nice enough, but they soon pall on one, according to Mrs. Louise Hill, young woman who was born and reared in the South, in the Carolinas principally, and who has come back here to find her folks of whom she lost trace.
“I want to find my father, A.B. Morrison,” she said wistfully, “and my brothers and sisters.” I didn’t know I would be so home-sick for them as I am. I like the people I met in New York itself, but I miss the cheerful, considerate, down-home ways of the folks I was brought up with and so I have [come] back to find them.”
The young woman only about 20 years of age and neatly dressed, married some time ago a young man who has since enlisted in the army, she explained, and went to live with his people in Brooklyn. She has his approval of her plan to come back South and be with her folks for several months and maybe permanently. But she mislaid a letter that told her they were moving from their former home in the western part of the state and has been unable to find their new address. She understood they came to Charlotte and has been told that her father was to take a position with a textile plant here. She has looked everywhere, but has been unable to find him. She will not give up hope, however, and probably will go to Greenville or Spartanburg Tuesday to take up the search there.
“People up North are not like they are down here,” said the young woman. “They are kind and considerate if they know who you are and if they are interested in you, but otherwise they pay no attention to you, and everybody is a stranger until they are convinced you are on the square. They are not like North Carolinians who hail everybody they meet with a friendly smile whether they know you or not. I just naturally got homesick for my own kind of folks and came to find them.
From The Charlotte News, Monday, August 1, 1921
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