These are among my first memories of growing up with my family in the rolling hills of north Georgia.
Our little house across the creek was the tenant house. It was unpainted and weathered gray. There were three rooms, a front porch, and a back porch. Our well was in the yard and we also had a shed and chicken pen. I could look out and see the pasture and cotton fields all around me.
I was the only child there until my sister Betty Sue was born
We went to my grandma and grandpa’s house when mama went into labor. They lived about a mile out the road in a three room log cabin. It was March and daddy went out in the yard to cut wood. I carried in wood, a stick at a time while he chopped. I caught my shoe string on a nail and fell down the steps. It knocked the breath out of me and daddy carried me in the house crying my eyes out. I was hurt,tired, and peevish. I wanted my mama and they wouldn’t let me go in the other room where she was.
Grandma came out and offered me peanut butter and crackers. I said I did not want it. I wanted the jar of peanut butter and a spoon the way my mama let me eat it. My poor daddy was so embarrassed at my behavior that he put me straight to bed. The house was full of neighbor women. They were going in and out of mamas room carrying things and speaking softly. The men were sitting on the front porch or hunkered down under the trees in the yard talking and sipping moon shine when I drifted off to sleep.
The next thing I knew it was daylight and daddy was telling me to wake up and see what mama had in the bed with her. He carried me to her bed and there lay a little baby sleeping on mama’s arm. I thought she was the most precious thing in whole world and she was ours.
Haha…memory brings you back to “sweet” tract…Nice reading this 
I agree with Maria Patricia… you must have lots of more memories to share. Ruby’s autobiography is coming soon! 
Lovely memories Ruby. Thanks for sharing them
This is a really great story. I really enjoyed reading this.
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