Monthly Archives: June 2016

Mama and Daddy in the yard of the house they finally bought–November 1958 My family was poor in my growing up time, but we did not really see ourselves as poor, since we always knew people worse off than us–sometimes … Continue reading →

My mother was not one to go strollicking too often.  It was way too much trouble.  “I druther stay home,” she’d say even as us young’uns were piling into the car for whatever trip had been forced on her.  If … Continue reading →