Sweet Briar College - Briar Patch Yearbook (Sweet Briar, VA)

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D aisy Willi ams f f ITTLE can be said of the sixteen uneventful years of Daisy ' : j Williams ' life. Quietly and unobtrusively she lived with her x p} f ' ' ' ' ' ' ' 1 mother at Sweet Briar, growing as do the shy field r U| daisies, after whom she was called. Both Mr. and Mrs. Will- ■ iams were talented, cultured people, lavishing the wealth of their affection on their only child, Daisy, and desiring for her the best that educa- tion and money could give. They spent their winters in New York, but in the summer the beautiful home among the mountains of Virginia claimed them. And here all the memories of Daisy cluster, here it is that Daisy ' s spirit seems now to be felt. We hear of her as a studious, reticent child, spending much of her time alone or in the company of her elders, filling the round of happy days with simple home-like duties. With a wonderfully loving little heart and an unselfish disposition she de- lighted to go with her father, visiting the sick on the estate. Her sweet face and gentle courtesy were known and welcomed by the country side. The old darkies in the quarters loved her and many were the blessings that fell from their lips for Lil Miss Daisy. Often on early spring mornings could Mr. Williams and Daisy be seen riding together; her white pony trying to keep pace with his big black horse. At times, Mrs. Williams had to go to New York, leaving Daisy and her father alone together. In one of Daisy ' s earliest letters written to her mother, she says, This morning we took a long ride and the hills you know are forever the same, so there is nothing to say about it. There are a great many birds in the yard — mocking birds, thrushes, and the lovely red birds. And in a letter a week later, she writes, Papa and I have been up to the monument this morning. It is lovely there now, the dagger plants look very well, and have grown considerably. Surrounded as she was by all that was beautiful, she lived a sheltered, 7