My mother was a school teacher when I was born and all through my childhood. The year that I was 2, there was a neighbor lady that stayed with me during the day. The railroad was only about a quarter mile from our house, and one day, a hobo came and asked for a meal. I remember standing behind "Mrs. Mema" and peeping around her skirt, watching the man eat, as he sat on the concrete steps. I can still see the dirty gray hat, and torn shirt, and hear him thanking her for the food.
Another time, we drove over to her sister's house for something. It was about a mile away, and I remember driving down a bumpy dirt road, and going into an old share cropper type house. We went into the kitchen, and there were some men sitting at the kitchen table playing cards.
Another time, we drove over to her sister's house for something. It was about a mile away, and I remember driving down a bumpy dirt road, and going into an old share cropper type house. We went into the kitchen, and there were some men sitting at the kitchen table playing cards.