When I was around nine or ten years old, I lived in the small town of Theo, Mississippi with my grandmother, and two of my younger sisters. The town was only a few square miles in size, so we could … Continue reading
Tag Archives: Aunt
Firecrackers, Cigarettes, And God
When I was a kid, my grandmother put an empty milk jug in the fork of a small tree in front of our house, to keep birds away, if I remember correctly. I loved firecrackers and she would buy me … Continue reading
My Amazing Aunt – A True Pioneer
In my mind, my Aunt Lee was a miracle worker, an inventor, a pioneer, and an amazing aunt, among other things. She wasn’t perfect, but we loved her very much, and she loved us. She was smart. She was a … Continue reading
If I Could Go Back In Time
Have you ever heard someone say, “I wish I knew then what I know now,” or, “I wish I could go back and live my life over, knowing what I know now?” Maybe you’ve even said something like that yourself. … Continue reading
The Ghost In The Closet
I attended a small country school when I was young. There were eight grades in the two-story, brick building, but the basement held the restrooms and the lunchroom and kitchen, supplies, and other miscellaneous things. The second and third grade … Continue reading
My Little Sister
I was nine years old and I was at my aunt’s house with my two sisters and our grandmother when our mother popped in for a visit. I’m sure I already knew she was pregnant, but that day was the … Continue reading
Our Best Friend
When I was really young I remember visiting my Aunt who lived just through the woods. We walked there quite often with our grandmother. She had a dog named Clete. I don’t know what kind of dog he was but … Continue reading
Cartoons, Dolls, And Mosquitoes
Have you ever misunderstood something someone said? Have you ever thought you knew something only to find out later that the mental concept you had of it was quite different from the way it actually was? It happens to all … Continue reading
Wheel Of Misfortune
I believe I was four, or five years old at the time. My sister was sixteen months younger than me. We were playing outside by a tree in the side yard of our humble little home in the small town … Continue reading