I would describe them as wonderfully gentle, receptive people. My mother
and father came from rather diverse groups. My father's father was a
ship carpenter in Little Washington, North Carolina. He didn't believe
in slavery, and he went to Rhode Island to live and work, but he had
fallen in love with my grandmother in North Carolina. So he came back in
time to meet the Civil War. My grandmother came, I think, from a rather
distinguished family, the Seabrooks, but her parents had been
impoverished, and she'd been left as an orphan as a child and raised in
very limited circumstances.
Page 2 He was, I think, a good
ship's carpenter. He helped build the "Merrimac," as I
understand it. But I'll give you this as a little piece of background.
When my father became Secretary of the Navy, Little Washington wanted to
welcome back its distinguished son. And he went down to Goldsboro, where
his mother was living with my Uncle Frank at the time, and he was
surprised that she wasn't so enthusiastic. She said, "Joe,
those people who are putting on this show wouldn't have had your father
in their house."
[Laughter] And my mother's family had been originally Quakers. My
grandfather was Jonathan Worth, who was elected Governor by the whites
after the Civil War, because he had been a Quaker and against secession.
And then he was removed from office by General Canby, who came as
military commander of that district. And Governor Holden was put in in
his place. He had five daughters, of whom my grand mother was one. She
[my grandmother] was as far from being a Quaker as anybody I've ever
seen. She was a very dominant old woman who, when I knew her, walked
with a gold-headed cane. And she had two daughters, unmarried, who she
attended on all occasions. She was a very great snob, I thought. In a
book I wrote I said that, and at my father's request I changed it to
"dame." But she had a very strange sense about
herself. In a sort of mystic way she thought she was the mother of the
reunited Republic, because her son, Worth Bagley, who was a great
football player at Annapolis, had been the first officer to fall in the
Spanish-American War. He's completely forgotten now, and it was not
anything but just a hero of circumstance at the time. But there was this
hoopla about the first blood had been shed by a Confederate officer's
son. (My grandfather was a major in the Civil War in the Confederate
Army.)
Page 3 So that was the background I came from,
very good people but not one of the racehorse aristocrats among them.
And I'm pretty proud of my ancestry. I had some blackguards among them.
My grandfather's brother, who did marry a racehorse aristocrat's
daughter, stole money out of the till in the Supreme Court office, went
to Baltimore and drowned himself, and my grandfather spent a good many
years paying back the money he'd stolen. But they were in general good,
simple, a kind of Southern people that are lost. In our books we have
much about the great plantation people and much about the poor whites,
but the great, solid middle class between them has been pretty much
neglected, I guess because they are people without creating any sins and
scandals, have very little romance to present. My grandfather owned
slaves. He had a place named Sharon near Raleigh, which later became the
black public school there.