My Grandmother the Witch (youngsters:non fiction, 1042 words)
Author: Lou Hill	Added: Apr 27 2002	Views/Reads: 5040/2667	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A "be-witching" true story.

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"I did not know it." 

"How long have you known your daughter to be engaged (in witchcraft)?" 

"I cannot tell nor have I any knowledge of it at all." 

"Do you not acknowledge that you did so?" 

"No and I know no more of my daughter's being a witch than what day I
shall die upon." 

Mary Warren, one of those who claimed to have been afflicted by the
witches, testified that Goody Carrier's "shape" told her that Goody 
Foster had made her daughter a witch. 

Despite the denial of Ann Foster, Mary Foster Lacey alleged that it was
true that they were both witches and she cried out "O Mother, we have 
left Christ and the devil hath got hold of us." 

However it was the testimony of Ann's grand-daughter that was most
damming. 

When the younger Mary Lacey was brought in to testify, Mary Warren fell
into a violent fit. 

"How dare you come in here and bring the devil with you to afflict these
poor creatures? 

Lacey laid her hand on Warren's arm and she recovered from the fit. 

Can you look upon that maid, Mary Warren, and not hurt her?  Look upon
her in a friendly way?" 

She trying to do so struck her down with her eyes. 

"Do you acknowledge you are a witch?" 

"Yes." 

"How long have you been a witch?" 

"Not above a week." 

"Did the devil appear to you?" 

"Yes." 

"In what shape?" 

"In the shape of a horse." 

When offered a chance to be saved, to which young Mary readily agreed,
she was told "Then you must confess what you know freely in this 
matter." 

She then proceeded: "I was in bed and the devil came to me, and bid me
obey him.  I would want for nothing and he would not bring me out." 

Mary Lacey, my first cousin eight times removed, went free.  Mary Foster
Lacey, my seven times great-grandaunt, was condemned but spent only a 
short time in jail.  She died June 18, 1707.  It was my eight times 
great-grandmother, Ann Foster, who was condemned as a witch and 
sentenced to hang.  She died in jail, probably late in 1692, before the 
sentence could be carried out. 


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