Saturday, November 26, 2011

Grandma's Story #1: Pages 1-5

Grandma Dovie Walker
About a year ago I discovered some old handwritten stories my Grandmother Walker wrote back sometime before the Great Depression. It was a real treasure find for me, especially since I had never gotten the chance to meet her - she passed away just a few years after my father was born. You can read the story behind the story here: Grandma's Story #1.


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..


If you see any errors or have comments about my interpertations or transcriptions please pass them along in the comment section below.


THANKS!






[PAGES 6-10]

2606 words
Mrs. Earl Walker
Holcomb, MO
Route #1

I’m here to tell you the story of my life, beginning back when I was a small child. There were only 4 of us in my family: my father, mother, my half-sister Irene and me, Cary. It filled me with sorrow to see how father treated mother. He would go away from mother and stay for 3 months at a time. She was only 15 when they married, and father was 19.

Mother was a Christian girl and she was good to father. They were married for a year before I was born. Father took to his spreading spells, and when I was about 3 years old he came home after being gone for several months with a little girl. She was about 1 year old, and he claimed she was my half-sister, Irene.

Mother was compelled to raise her against her will. I couldn't see how mother could stand for this. It wasn't long before I learned to hate Irene. She was such a liar. When she was 8 and I was 10, she made me her slave. I felt like father loved her more than he did me. I had to do as she said or father would whip me with anything he could find. Many times my back would be bruised where he had beaten me with his boot. Mother surely didn't love me; otherwise she wouldn't have stood for it, especially since Irene wasn't her child. 

There were lots of times when we would go berry picking and Irene would sit down in the middle of the field and cry for me to bring her berries to eat. If I didn't she would tell father, and he would whip me. I knew to do as she said, so I would carry the berries to her to eat. Sometimes she would say, “Fill my bucket while I sleep.” Then she would sleep in the shade while I picked them. When our buckets were full I would wake her up and she would go running to father. She would tell him, “Look dad at the berries I have picked." She knew very well that I was the one that picked them. Father would say, "I knew you were smart Irene."


Oh how I wanted to kill her. I hated her for the lies she told. I wanted to get her out and kill her and make it look like it was an accident. Then, something would tell me not too. Something told me she would pay for it someday.

We were very poor people and lived on a farm. I never knew anything but hard work all my life. Father would send


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Story #1 - Page 1

Story #1 - Page 2

Story #1 - Page 3

Story #1 - Page 4

Story #1 - Page 5


Michael A. Walker
Defying Procrastination


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