As was written in a previous journey we lived about 5 miles from the closest town. One time a week Daddy would hitch the horse to the wagon and make the trip to town to get groceries and other supplies. Back then flour, meal and other staples came in 50 pound cloth bags. The bags had different designs on them so Momma would take them and make the girls dresses. One time one of my aunts came for a visit and brought some beautiful yellow material. Momma made me a dress out of it and I thought that was the best dress that anyone could own. We always liked to see them come for a visit because we always got plenty of fruit.
Another job my brother had was working for the Western Union delivering messages that came in. He owned a bicycle and every Sunday when he wasn't working he would ride from town and let us ride his bike. No one realizes the thrill and excitement it was to experience this because we could not afford a bicycle. My friend across the road had a bike she would let us ride when she was in the mood. We thought how lucky she was to be brought up in such a "rich" family.
Later on my brother bought a car and taught me to drive it. When he went on dates he would leave the radio on which run down the battery. We got used to being woke up at 5:30 in the mornings to help him push the car to get it started.
I will continue my journey later.
by Louise Price Headden Hilton
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