When I moved to Austin in 1998, I met a most remarkable woman. My friend Chris who introduced us, saying beforehand," you will LOVE Mama Mary". And I did. Her first words to me were "I have known you a long long time", and so it certainly seemed, though I had never before met her.Folks in the 'hood' , the south Austin neighborhood I had moved to, called her 'Mama Mary. Mary had a home on the corner of Bouldin and Jewel, and she was a Cherokee Indian, a full blooded full fledged voting tribal member, and her family had arrived in Texas after marching down the Infamous Trail of Tears, and had become successful farmers, owning much of the land in the South Austin Neighborhood as farmland, and a syrup mill in Dripping Springs. The family land in south austin had dwindled to her city lot, which had housed four generations of her family. The house she lived in was the second one on the site, having replaced the original homestead. She called Bouldin Creek "Mary's Creek', and instructed me to do the same, as I still do It The home Mary was born in) is still there, and she , and her mother, and her great grandmother and her great great grandmother had been born at home there.She herself had borne and raised raised six children there. She told me many fascinating stories about her work in Austin, downtown at a famopus record store and her work as a chambermaid at the Driskil hotel in downton Austin, including stories about her conversations and encounters with the likes of Cab Calloway and Hank Williams. She was fighting the neighborhood association when I met her, over her right to keep a compost pile of circus elephant manure delivered from Ringling Brothers for her garden, and her chickens. Jewell Street, where I lived, was the last unpaved Steet in South Austin, with a few old railroad shacks, one of which I had rented for me and my daughter Sarai .She had an ongoing garage sale going on, where played the likes of me, Blaze Foley, Calvin Russel and others, in the ongoing jam and garage sale., which Rich Minus, another songwriter friend, had immortalized in song as well. I will never forget her kindness, and am working on a book of her amazing stories.


words and music by Deb E. Dee
B Em G
In the mists of time, by the thin red line
Am Em
And the occassional dime; they were such painful times
B B7 B# B7
Lived a Cherokee Rose with a name no one knows;
Em G
But it was Mary, that was one of her names, yes, yes,
Am Em
And her family walked the trail of tears , yes yes
B B7
Brought the Cherokee Rose from Tennessee way down
refrain:{And to this day it blooms down on Mary's Creek
D D7
Down in Deep South Austin where she's gone to sleep.
Em G
Gone to sleep, but she's not forgotten.
Am Em
She lives in the music that was there begotten
B B7 Em
In the mists of time, by the thin red line.}

Instrumental break

Well we spoke of things like where each one fell

And we threww our wishes in the wishin' well

And we placed our dreams in the care of the power of Love

And her eyes were deep and her path was red

And she had known me a long, long time, she said .

When the redbird flies, I remember when

The Cherokee Rose was full of them

In the mists of time by the thin red line.

repeat refrain and fade.