Playing in the ditch with worms(NOT). Mama come out on the porch looking or checking on me,,,I turn and say "look at the big worm I found in the ditch"....Mama says "Honey put the worm down please, it's too big to play with,,,please put down the worm" I didn't want too but I did what mama said. It was a moccasin snake. See God was taking care of me always.
This is the house that was down the hill from the brown house on top of the hill. I don't remember which came first,,,I do remember the hog in the house down the hill vs the house on top of the hill.
We had a wringer washer on the back porch and I remember standing on a crate to turn the wringer for mama,,,then my aunt B either being outside already or taking the laundry outside to hang it on the line and that hog chasing her around.
I think this house down the hill must have been first. This is where Darlene tortured me a lot.
One Sunday we were all dressed nice, could of been Easter and we were going somewhere, but I remember mama telling us to go outside but not to get dirty. That in itself is a joke, what kid can go outside without getting dirty. But anyway, we walked down to a creek and Darlene said come over here and stand, you can see fish better. Of course by now you know that I went and did what she said, it was a mossy rock and as soon as I stepped on it, me and my pretty dress and black patent shoes, fell right into that creek. Darlene just laughed and laughed and said "You're gonna get in trouble for getting dirty" in her dammed sing song way. I got fussed at the hole time mama was changing my cloths and putting on my little regular shoes and telling me "if you'd listen" blah blah blah,,,I was listening,,to my big sister!
I also remember this is where she'd stand on the concrete square ( I now know it was the septic tank lid) and tell me that if I didn't do what ever it was she wanted at the time, that the sun would kill her. And of course again I believed her,,,,I'd beg and plead and cry and promise the moon if she'd just get off and not get killed. I'm really amazed that I didn't catch on and just stab that bitch right then. Thinking back she took the greatest pleasure in torturing me.
But here also is where I remember the best thing ever. Mama wouldn't let me have a cookie but she'd give me a tiny box of raisins and say that they were good for me,,go eat them. I'd go into the living room and stand on the couch beside my daddy and one by one slip the nasty raisins into his mouth. He never said a word, he just ate my raisins for me. When the box was empty he'd smile and I'd jump down to go show mama that my box was empty and I'd get my cookie or snack. To me, that was love to the tenth degree.
This is the house that was down the hill from the brown house on top of the hill. I don't remember which came first,,,I do remember the hog in the house down the hill vs the house on top of the hill.
We had a wringer washer on the back porch and I remember standing on a crate to turn the wringer for mama,,,then my aunt B either being outside already or taking the laundry outside to hang it on the line and that hog chasing her around.
I think this house down the hill must have been first. This is where Darlene tortured me a lot.
One Sunday we were all dressed nice, could of been Easter and we were going somewhere, but I remember mama telling us to go outside but not to get dirty. That in itself is a joke, what kid can go outside without getting dirty. But anyway, we walked down to a creek and Darlene said come over here and stand, you can see fish better. Of course by now you know that I went and did what she said, it was a mossy rock and as soon as I stepped on it, me and my pretty dress and black patent shoes, fell right into that creek. Darlene just laughed and laughed and said "You're gonna get in trouble for getting dirty" in her dammed sing song way. I got fussed at the hole time mama was changing my cloths and putting on my little regular shoes and telling me "if you'd listen" blah blah blah,,,I was listening,,to my big sister!
I also remember this is where she'd stand on the concrete square ( I now know it was the septic tank lid) and tell me that if I didn't do what ever it was she wanted at the time, that the sun would kill her. And of course again I believed her,,,,I'd beg and plead and cry and promise the moon if she'd just get off and not get killed. I'm really amazed that I didn't catch on and just stab that bitch right then. Thinking back she took the greatest pleasure in torturing me.
But here also is where I remember the best thing ever. Mama wouldn't let me have a cookie but she'd give me a tiny box of raisins and say that they were good for me,,go eat them. I'd go into the living room and stand on the couch beside my daddy and one by one slip the nasty raisins into his mouth. He never said a word, he just ate my raisins for me. When the box was empty he'd smile and I'd jump down to go show mama that my box was empty and I'd get my cookie or snack. To me, that was love to the tenth degree.
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