Did I ever mention being poor and falling through the holes in my shoes on an ice spewed up in the ditches morning?
Circa 1951/52
Y'all, I'm here to tell you how I rolled with that situation.
So the school morning at our house was a loud, rushed, homework lost, baby gnawed book kind of morning.
Poor Mama, Poor Daddy.
Poor little Earline had fresh months old holes in the very center of her shoe soles.
I was walking on my socks and freezing my toes off.
I whined to Mama about this bothersome problem.
Mama whined to Daddy.
Daddy felt guilty for being short on funds.
Daddy looked to see if another...