Mamma was famous for her
biscuits, even got a write up in the paper. My sister and I asked her what her
secret was to makin’ 'em. We wrote down the recipe as she told us. When the
dough was made, she dumped it from the bowl onto a floured table.
When I was ‘bout fourteen
years old, Daddy would let me drive his car in our back yard.This was way before under age drivin’ was
against the law.I had to put pillows in
the seat to be able to see.Our back
yard was an obstacle course with trees on each side.
Accomplishin' something new gives you confidence. I remember when I got my
bike. I must have been 8 or 10 years old.It was a surprise! I was so excited! Daddy bought a bike I could grow
into.It was a blue and white Western
One of our neighbors had several dogs.Every time Mamma ‘n Daddy visited them, they’d take me with them.I loved playin’ with the dogs.Mamma said that I fell in love with the big brown eyed puppy that stole my heart.He had gray, white, and black hair.He was good natured and every time I looked at him, he seemed to say, “Take me home with you!”
I can't help but think ‘bout my Daddy ‘round the 4th
of July 'cause he was so patriotic. He loved God, his family, his country,
and his flag. He proudly displayed his flag on a flag pole in his front
yard. He loved to watch it wave in the breeze. Daddy was a
technical sergeant during WWII, and knew first hand the price that was paid for
our flag to wave.