|Grandma Dovie Walker|
I decided to compile the first 5 pages into one to make it easier to read. In the future I'll keep with this format, transcribing 5 pages at a time until I have the entire story transcribed..
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…Irene and I to the field to hoe, but she would lay in the shade while I hoed and if she saw father coming she would go begging me to help her so he wouldn’t know she had been laying in the shade. So I would help her. Some have said that I wouldn’t have done it, but I knowed better to. Anyone would have to save their back from a beating.
In the fall we would go to school. We had a large hill to climb, and on our way back from school she would cry for me to carry her up that hill when she was 9 years old. She was always a fleshy girl and I was small and slender, for I always had to work hard.
I would tell father but he wouldn’t believe me, for she would deny it. So, one morning I told mother I wasn’t going to school anymore if I had to carry Irene up that hill every night, but she made me go and said they would see was telling the truth. She begged father to go down to the foot of the hill and hide and see who was to blame.