The Axe, the Snake, and the Doll. It Ain’t a Purty Thing!

Though my grandpa Roscoe Holdaway worked as a farmer back in the 1920s, once he took the opportunity to get temporary work for a few weeks at a logging camp deep in the

Readin’, Writin’, and Roebuck(From Kathleen’s Memoirs of The Great Depression)

If you haven’t read “I Quit” , that is precursor to this story.  Follow this link.  https://nutsrok.wordpress.com/2015/01/22/i-quit-from-kathleens-memoirs-of-the-great-depression/

That night after supper, Daddy read his “Ranch Romance” while Mama hemmed a dress and John and I finished our homework by the coal oil lamp in the front room.  As soon as I finished, Daddy put out his cigarette, patted his bony legs and called, “Come here, Kitten.”  I crawled up and waited, knowing a treat was awaiting me.  We often begged for stories.  It was rare for Daddy