IT WAS REALLY NOT FOR ME---LIFE IN THE COUNTRY THAT IS. THE HOUSE, THOUGH NICE WAS ABOUT 8 MILES FROM THE TOWN I HAD LIVED IN BEFORE. MY STEPFATHER USED TO DRIVE ME INTO CHURCH ON SUNDAY MORNINGS, BUT SUDDENLY HE DIDN'T WANT TO DO THAT ANY MORE----SO I OFTEN WALKED!!!ONE DAY A LADY WHO LIVED A FEW MILES FURTHER THAN THE "FOLKS" TOLD ME SHE WOULD PICK ME UP ON SUNDAYS. I ALWAYS HAD A RIDE HOME WITH ONE OF THE BOYS AT CHURCH. THAT WAS GREAT AND THE KIDS FOUND OUT JUST WHERE I LIVED SO ONE OR ANOTHER WOULD OFTEN COME OUT TO SEE ME. WITH NO PHONE, SOMETIMES TWO WOULD COME---BUT THAT WAS OKAY. WE WERE MORE OF A GROUP OF YOUNG PEOPLE AND NOT SINGLE DATES.
AS SOON AS MOTHER GOT BACK ON HER FEET AFTER BABY---SHE WAS OVER FORTY---YA KNOW!!! AN OLD LADY, I GOT A JOB IN TOWN AND A ROOM IN THE BASEMENT OF A WIDOW LADY'S HOUSE.
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Can't wait to hear about your adventures living at the widow's house.
ReplyDeleteI tried to give you a shout-out in my blog so people would find you but I failed. I'm so dense. Maybe they can figure it out and get here on their own. Hope so. You're worth reading.
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