Growing Up in the 50s

I grew up poor but never knew it. We lived at the end of the road by the railroad tracks in an old house that was cold in the winter. Doors were never locked and no one bothered us. Across the pasture my Auntie lived and Brenda was my side-kick. We got in to the most crazy fixes. Our Parents were always there to correct our mistakes. We ate beans and potatoes and loved them. Still do We lived simply and happy. This book describes some of our capers. I talk just the way I write with a southern drawl.