Monday, November 30, 2015
b&w stories: grandma (part two)
In a few months, i think i was about two and a half, my mother gave me away to an aunt, my father's sister that did not have any children of her own so I was raised as an only child. I was never adopted. My father would not permit it and I had to go back and stay with my family for two weeks every year.
My aunt, or Mama as I soon started calling her, took me on a train to her home in Ohio where she lived on an oil lease. I remember all those tall derricks around the house.
When I was about four, we moved jut across the state line to Richmond, Indiana where I lived till I came to St. Petersburg, Florida in 1944."