"Miss Mary Enecks was born in Barnwell District, SC, Dec. 2, 1847, and died in Screven Co. Ga Dec. 13, 1909. She was baptized by W. C. Kirkland of the South Carolina Conference, in 1848. She joined the Methodist Church under the ministry of N. D. Morehouse of the South Georgia Conference in 1899. One who knew her as no one else said: "From that day on, she never faltered or fell back a single step, but went faithfully and steadily on to the perfecting of all the graces of the Christian religion and all other qualities that go to make up an admirable and honorable womanhood."
"Religiously trained, she very early in life imbibed the principles of our holy religion. Her love for God and religion began when scarcely beyond her babyhood. She was a most amiable character, the embodiment of kindness.
"Nineteen months before she left, it was known by her and her relatives that she was surely and inevitably slipping away. The writer never knew a more patient sufferer. She talked of death as one would of going on a visit to friends and loved ones. A month before her death, she said, "Come to see us when you get back form Conference, but I may be in heaven before that time." When I saw her again, she seemed to be unconscious, but she recognized my presence, spoke to me, and requested that we pray together, and there with a number of friends and relatives we bowed and prayed with the dying saint. In a few hours her happy spirit left us. We buried her remains in the family cemetery near the old home. She leaves three brothers and one sister, who are looking forward with faith in God, to a happy meeting in heaven. T. I. Neace
Mary Enecks had two nicknames-- "Mollie" and "Dahl" She signed her name Mary. Her sister and brothers called her Mollie and her nieces and nephews said" Aunt Dahl"
"Kate and Mollie made their own clothes, dresses much like the popular dirndl of today, straight, tight little bodices sewed on to full circular skirts. They saved their basting threads and used them again and again. Their summer dresses were made of unbleached homespun, buttoned with little pearl buttons. The button holes were miracles of beauty………….
………… On the big road, a little to the right of the big house, was a family graveyard, with its simple stones of granite or marble, and among them, one to the memory of Mollie's Yankee sweetheart, a soldier found wounded by the road-side after Sherman had passed that way, and whom she had nursed and tended until he died, adoring her."
Excerpt from letter by Kate Laffitte published in Sylvania Telephone,1939