Oral histories Archives - Page 13 of 14

Daddy’s mother, my grandma

Grandma’s life was hard, I know that. Harder than I can imagine, but she lived to a grand old age, making people jump to her tune to the end.

We played whip-crack. You line up in a line and the person on the end really got it. You run with them and you come around and snap them.

There’s a big old boar possum come in here. Couldn’t believe it. Didn’t know what it was. And in my chickenhouse out there he killed 16 hens.

They had flawless, heavily powdered complexions. Much later I learned how they earned their living at a neighboring hotel.

Mrs. Riddle raises and sells vegetables, and keeps bees, but the real business of the family is raising beef cattle.

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