|Grandma Dovie Walker|
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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.
So he did. That night, when we got to the foot of the hill, Irene fell down crying for me to carry her. I told her I wasn’t and went on to the top. She kept calling and saying, “I will tell a lie on you and you will get a whipping if you don’t carry me.”
So I turned back and started to carry her when suddenly father stepped out with some switches and that was the one time she got it instead of me, but nothing to compare with the ones I got over her lies.
I put up with such as that till I was 15 years old, when along came Charley Murshel. I fell in love with him and it wasn’t long till I learned that he loved me too, so we married but fate went against me.
When we had been married 8 months my husband took on pneumonia and died, and there I was a young widow at hardly 17 years old. I didn’t know what to do; whether to go back home or to seek work to do, but girl couldn’t get work in them days like they can now. My mother begged me to come back home so it wasn’t long till Irene married. Father wasn’t as mean to me as before for he had learned lots of that was Irene lies...
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Michael A. Walker
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