DAD

I also have mostly pleasant memories of dad farming. I remember chopping peanuts with
Mama and Dad. I had a little hoe that he had made for me. I would chop one row and then when Mom and Dad would start on another row, I'd come back down my row again to make sure I did not forget any weeks. I had a scar for years on my ankle where I cut myself with my little hoe. Dad stills talks about the hoe and wonders where it went and wishes he still had it. I believe Joyce and Gloria played at the end of the row in the shade of the trees. Of course this was before Bertha was born. I remember us picking wild blackberries that grew in the trees. I also remember fondly a few times that we cooked hotdogs for lunch in the shade of the trees at the end of the rows.



I really don't remember how many years dad and mom worked at the cotton mill. Yes I do remember the bad times and I believe they started only after they moved to Edenton. One memory that I have is that once Dad was watching boxing match and did not want to leave to go to work (this was when he was working the night shift before mom went to work there) and he was going to be late for work. He was speeding and got caught and got a ticket. The cop said that it made him nervous having to drive so fast to catch up with dad. Dad said that if he had known the cop was chasing him, he would have never caught him. Don't think he told the cop, it's what he told us later.