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| Excerpts from an original manuscript by Aunt Marion in 1974. Aunt Marion was born in August of 1904. |
| Each evening when my daddy was coming in from the field, I always ran out to meet him so I could ride the mule home. In those days, there were a lot of "mad" dogs and all the children had to stay close to home. Men would ride by the houses yelling "mad dog" if someone had seen one, so everyone could get into their house. At one time, we lived in a house that had big walnut trees in the yard. Big rusty lizzards stayed on the trees and we would try to catch them. My younger sister, Alice, caught one and threw it at me and it ran up my dress and scared me to death. My mother made Alice reach up my dress and get it but she was afraid to try. My mother saw to it that she did. She never threw another lizzard at me. One day my brothers and sisters and I saw something in the field. Of course, we went to see what it was. It was an old sick buzzard and we took turns leading it around by the wings. It got loose from us and jumped in the spring where we got all of our water. Mama made us go back and dip all the water out of the spring so we would have clean water when it filled up again. One day my mother and father went fishing and left me at home to watch the other children. This old runaway horse with a plow stock behind him came by. The plow stock kept hitting him on the legs and back and he was bloody all over. This scared all of us to death and we ran to this old woman's house and stayed until they came home from fishing. |
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| Excerpts from an original manuscript by Uncle Dexter (Deck) in 1978. Uncle Deck was born in May of 1913. |
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| My father was a farmer and we moved often from one farm to another. I became a a regular plow hand at the age of twelve. When I was fourteen, we moved and I went to work in the mill. I worked fifty-five hours a week and earned seven dollars and ten cents. Five dollars went to my father to help support the family. We soon moved back to the farm where we raised most everything we ate. My mother canned everything she could so we could have food for the winter months. My father planted cane and in the summer months, we made molasses. My mother would let the milk down in the well so it would be cool for supper. Most suppers, we had cornbread and milk. At breakfast, we had bread and butter and sometimes we had cornbread and molasses. Our beds had straw ticks instead of mattresses. We thrashed the wheat and mother filled the beds with new straw. The ticks were thick and then covered with a feather mattress or quilts to keep the straw from sticking us. In 1929, a hail storm hit our crop and we had to go to another county to pick cotton to buy clothes and shoes for the winter. |
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