When Mama was 10 or 11 years old her older brother got married and lived about an hour away. So Mama talked her parents into letting her go on the interurban to visit him and his new wife and stay with them for a week or so.
Here in an excerpt from Mama’s book, I Remember, are a couple of her memories of that visit.
I remember how Gene and Blanche kept their place warm. I must have been there to visit in the winter, because it was cold. They had a heating stove in the front room. Every morning we had to watch for the coal man. The man came down the street with a wagon full of coal pulled by a horse. We would go out with our bushel basket and get it full for 25 cents. That had to last us until he came by again the next morning.
There was a shed on the back of the lot the house was on. Gene and Blanche lived upstairs and the owners lived downstairs. Some people in the neighborhood had chickens. One day we saw one of the chickens go into the shed. Blanche said, “Let’s have chicken for supper.” She went out and closed the shed door. Then she caught the chicken and killed it. After she cleaned and dressed it, we had fried chicken for supper.
I knew that wasn’t right and I felt very guilty.
Even though Mama had a very poor childhood, she always had a strong sense of right and wrong and I can picture the conflict she must have felt when her new sister-in-law (whom I’m sure she was inclined to idolize) served someone else’s chicken for dinner!-