Floyd, the Cornbread, and the Attic Fan

imageFloyd Lewis was a holdover from another time.   Daddy hired him whenever he needed help clearing new ground, cutting timber, or work of that sort.  Illiterate, with no social graces, Floyd muttered an unintelligible answer if asked a direct question.  Considering our financial situation, I know Daddy couldn’t have paid him much.  It is doubtful Floyd ever attended school, since he was of the generation before attendance was Continue reading

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Dee Gibbs and Dishwater Soup

Of all the hobos who made their rounds periodically, Mama and the three of us kids despised Dee Gibbs the most, though we would have been hard pressed to come up with what was the worst: his smell, his voracious appetite, or his refusal to take the broadest hint that his welcome had worn thin. It was a mystery why Daddy tolerated him, but after Continue reading