Sunday, February 4, 2018
If I remember correctly this picture of me is outside the yard of the house I was born in. Doesn't the ground look dry? No one had lawns back then in this area anyway. Daddy farmed then and it had to be dry land farming because I don't remember seeing an irrigation system until much later. Daddy used mules to farm until lightening struck and killed them. He called it farming on the halves which I guess is the same thing as sharecroppers as we lived on a place but did not own it. Daddy did the work and shared the profit with the owner. The only recreation I remember was Mama and Daddy moving all the furniture and linoleum out of a room. A band played that night and their friends came to the dance. There were pallets (quilts on the floor) with babies asleep in an area of the room to the side. Since I lived there and had a bed I was not allowed to stay up to watch the dancing but I'm sure I wanted to. When my sister was born they bought a goat for milk for her but I always thought it was my pet. when she was weaned they sold the goat but I didn't know someone was coming to buy it. I cried and cried. One night a pack of Coyotes were in the field howling and carrying on. Daddy and Mama was going out, not sure what they intended to do. Chase them off or kill them with a gun before they killed some of the farm animals I suppose. I wanted so bad to go out with them but was told to stay in the house. This house was made of sand rock that so many houses in this area are made of. They didn't have to buy it they dug it our of the fields. It must have been good stuff because there are still many houses and buildings that are still standing and in fairly good shape. Even the church we go to is made of it and the auditorium at the school I studied in all twelve years.