|Grandma Dovie Walker|
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I finally got out on the fence and sat down determined not to go to bed until he came home and tell him what was what, and how he was going to have to change or I wasn't going to live with him. I guess it was midnight when he came and I was sitting out on the fence. Then and there I got my second whipping by my second husband, but I guess I needed one that night for being so silly.
Well we had our ups and downs for several years over other women, but I was true to him. He stayed away from home a lot working at Public works while we were raising a family. When our third boy was about 15 years old we lived closer to my father. He had a boy by the name of Ben Hooper staying with him. He always had someone around to be a slave and to cause trouble.
So one day my boy Tomas and Ben were piling rock to make a rock fence and father was out there bossing. He had started to the house when Ben hollered and told my father that Tomas said he believed he would hit the ‘old devil’ with a rock. So that made him angry. He turned around and cut him some peach tree sprouts and twisted them together and let in on Tomas. I heard him screaming and ran as fast as I could. I didn’t know what was the trouble and when I got there the blood was running down Tomas’ back where my father had beat him over this other boy’s lie. Tomas said Ben was the one that said it himself. He was my father, but I wanted to kill him - to think of my child being beaten like an ox over someone’s lies that wasn’t even any kin to him at all. What I told my father was plenty. I dared him to ever lay hands on another one of my children. I told him he wasn’t fit to raise a mule let alone a child.
I am now the mother of 10 children, 7 boys and 3 girls. Seven of my children are living and 3 dead. Four of them are married and 3 still live at home. These at home are all the happiness I see, trying to teach them to do right. I have tried to live a Christian life in my last few years, for I am now 50 years old. I have tried my best to teach my children to walk the straight and narrow way, but some of them have left it.
My oldest girl may have some of her father in her. She just can’t do right. I never allowed my girls to go to dances but I have learned since Mae married… [TO BE CONTINUED]
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Michael A. Walker
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