She was known for her eccentricities and her piety, the children's saint, and familiarly known to the whole town as "Aunt Becky." She was efficient at the loom, and sought for far and near to do the family weaving, and when she started out with a basket on her arm, fine work was sure to be the result. Her nimble fingers and the swift flying shuttle keeping time to the old Scotch airs alternating with exciting stories of her early childhood, keeping her audience of children spellbound with wonder and delight. She always wore a man's hat; only once was she ever known to wear a bonnet, and then she declared she was never so ashamed in her life. She could ride a frisky horse like a trooper, and it was no uncommon sight to see her ride up to church, crowned with her beaver and one of her nieces seated on the pillion behind her. She was an ardent student of the Bible, and always ready to make an apt quotation from its sacred pages, her favorite passage being "Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil." Sons were not plentiful in her father's family and among her duties at an early age was that of an errand boy, and one day her father bade her to go to a distant pasture and catch a horse. Obediently she took the halter and started. She had nearly reached her destination, when she caught sight of a huge bear sitting on its haunches and curiously watching her; with the sudden fright of the moment she screamed, dropped the halter and started for home with all possible speed. The bear equally alarmed started as rapidly in the opposite direction. Another boyish duty, and delight of her life was that of fishing, and many a lone ramble did she take beside the sparkling waters of Stewart brook and bring home a long string of large plump trout. Such duties became native and congenial to her and through her long, useful life she delighted to labor in the field with the husbandmen. She would handle the scythe, pitchfork, and rake with ease, and her old sickle with her initial R cut in the handle bears marks of great use. It was a familiar sight to her neighbors to see her driving two yoke of oxen with a load of potatoes for Greenfield market. When past eighty and infirmity had laid a heavy hand upon her, she would hobble to the woodpile and wield the axe with the dexterity of a backwoodsman. Her Bible was her constant companion, and fortified by its divine promises, death was to her but lifting of the veil and a flight through the pearly gates.
"Many a dear one's blessing went
With her beneath the low green tent,
Whose curtain never outward swings."
(Severance, B. Frank. Genealogy and biography of the descendants of Walter Stewart of Scotland and of John Stewart who came to America in 1718 and settled in Londonderry, N.H. Greenfield, Mass. : T. Morey & Son, 1905, pg. 64-66)