Posted in Story—Tape 1 on June 29, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Sisters are different flowers from the same garden.
[Author Unknown]
Esther at eight months with Rachel at age five.
Auntie Clay was a colored lady who lived near us. She was born a slave, grew up a slave until freed, and she helped my mother do a lot of things. She would come and work in [...]
Posted in Story—Tape 1 on June 26, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Memory… is the diary that we all carry about with us.
[Oscar Wilde]
I was born September the 7th, 1906, at Cherryvale, Kansas. My father was fireman for the steam boilers in a brick yard about two or three miles south of the city. A little village grew up around the brick yard called Corbin City. [...]
