I was born in Tallahassee, Fl on August 29, 1942. My earliest memory is living on the farm about 10 miles south of Quitman, Georgia.
WWII was going on during this time and I very vaguely remember food stamps (food items, gasoline and most consumer goods) were controlled by the government and you had to have stamps to be able to purchase items that might be needed in the was effort. Daddy had an old car that needed a battery,or starter which he couldn’t get and he had to park on a hill and roll the car to get it started.
life on the farm was very simple and to the best of my memory, uncomplicated. We ,of course were as “poor as churchm ice” but somehow I have no memory of privation. We even had a maid named Willie Mae whom I can remember very fondly . Her husband Joe worked on the farm driving the tractor and they lived in a little tenant shack across the dirt road from our house. Their house was only one room, with very sparse furnishings a bed a couple of chairs,a table and a fireplace for heat. Willie Mae and Joe were kind to me and I must have been a pest to them because my fondest activity was to go home with them to spend the night. Their dinner was potted meat and soda crackers or balogna ,or wienerswhich I considered a treat. Joe would often come return from the fields with a gift for me, and I would always meet him in the afternoon Oreo see what he had brought me that day. Often it was a baby rabbit he had caught, an arrowhead, some plums he had picked or just a wild flower. I was really fond of Willie Mae and Joe.
