On Halloween night in 1923, the twins jumped out of a window at exactly midnight. They found themselves on the riverbank, embracing each other and crying. Ada said, “We’re leaving. We’ll never come back.” The river was swollen by recent rains: wild, cold, and dangerous. Ada entered first, holding on to a rope, but slipped and was swept away by the current. Ida screamed and immediately dived in to save her sister.
Ida reached Ada about twenty meters downstream—grabbing her by the dress and lifting her head out of the water—but the current was too strong for either of them. Ida realized they wouldn’t make it together. She made a decision: she pushed her twin sister with all her strength toward the bank. This push saved Ada, but also dragged her to the center of the river, where she disappeared under the water. Ida drowned, while Ada managed to drag herself to shore.
Ada Monroe survived. She screamed her sister’s name for hours on the shore until she lost her voice. At dawn, she set out alone north, knowing Ida had died trying to save her. She walked for three days to Kentucky, where she found help in a church. Ada recounted everything: the sale, the abuse, her escape, and Ida’s sacrifice. The women of the church hid her, and Ada never returned to Tennessee.
Ida’s body was found five days later, three miles downstream. Josiah took her body and buried it in an unmarked grave on his property. Ada was not allowed to attend the funeral or say goodbye.
Ada Monroe lived until 1989, dying at the age of eighty-one. She never stopped mourning her twin sister. In a 1975 interview, she said: “Ida and I were sold at the age of twelve. We were separated for three years, living a few hundred meters apart, unable to see each other. We ran away together on Halloween night, 1923. Ida drowned to save me. She pushed me to the shore and drowned. I live because my sister sacrificed herself for me. I have lived sixty-six years without my twin sister. Every day I think of her. Every day I wish I had drowned in her place. She was fifteen when she died. I tried to live a life worthy of her sacrifice. I don’t know if I succeeded, but I tried. Every day, for sixty-six years, I tried to be worthy of her.”
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