Well, here we go again with some happenings during my childhood days. My sister Lillian and husband Bud had moved to Louisiana to a place called Lone Cedar. They suggested that we move to La. as well. My brother found a place in Liddieville where they needed someone to sharecrop. This was about 10 miles from my sister. I remember the move very well and especially the ferry at Natchez. I was scared when we went down to the river and driving onto the ferry.This was several years prior to the bridge being built.

We settled into the old farm house which was less than a half mile from the school house. Farming there seemed to work out better for the family. I was still too young to do much but pester the rest of the family. The main crop was cotton. They did make me carry water to the field for my brothers to drink. Sometimes, i would throw dirt clods at Leo and Johnny and end up with dirt in the water. They would make me go back and get clean water. Sometimes, life is not fun on the farm when you have to work. They constantly wanted water and i would have to pump it and keep going back and forth.

Someone told my mother when we moved to La. that she should put us kids on chill tonic. Boy, that stuff was horrible. My best estimate of how much she poured down me was the equivelent to a 55 gallon drum of that stuff. It didn't work because i did get malaria fever. They put a bed on our front porch where i stayed until i was well. Had to stay under a mosquito net. The reason for the porch bed was they thought it was cooler there. I suppose it was. I do recall that the medicine they gave me would turn the sheets yellow where i lay and would sweat. We never had the luxury of ice on the farm. A grocery truck would come down the road about every two weeks and i always enjoyed it when Mom would buy some bologna and light bread. Now that was some good eaten. On the farm it was called cotton choppers ham or some called it round steak. Anyway, we survived and did the best we could under those circumstances. My mom was a very special person and i regret not telling her in her later years how much she meant to me.