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My childhood:
I was born March 24 1947 in Dodson, La. on a windy day, very cold, and damp. I arrived on or about 2:45am gave my mother a hell of a hard time. I had curly hair, big brown eyes all fingers and toes just a olive colored and yelled all the time just because I could. Being a bay was not all that good, because we had bad times, poor, mother sick, and no friends or people to give a helping hand. So my momma did her very best. I grew up fast, I learned the hard way and I survived I made it. Along about the age of three, mother start getting sick, she had a lot of good days, but mostly bad ones that just know one could do anything about but God. My mother sickness for a month was okay every one asked as if thy cared and gave a little help in many small ways However after the month passed no one came bye or even asked unless they were calling names or making fun of my mother Her nick name in those days were the mud woman with the headaches My momma headache were so bad until she would seem like another woman, not my mother as I knew but after the pain all momma gain. This went on and on until every other day was a hard tasks to live with but we all stuck together and work to try to keep thing as normal as we could. The family was big we have twelve children ranging in ages from eighteen to four months. My oldest sister cooked, kept the little ones and seen after mother while the two boys worked in the woods and fields. We would go though the woods to our great grandma and she would send mother some medicine for her headaches and this is and was the only thing that would work and we live. My that little jar from Grandma Martha's.
It was the beginning of the summer or maybe I should say getting warm days and no rain and my brothers brought all the little kids big tree tires and rope swing in the oak tree in the back. Fred took the big tree trunk and a long board and made us a seesaw with rope handles on both ends. We were in heaven. We played hard for a couple of weeks before one afternoon my sis called and told us to come to the house at once. When we got all in she told us mother was sick and she needed some medicine from grandma. She told my brother Scott, Lue and myself Arlean to go get the medicine. I started crying because I knew it would have gotten dark in just a little bit. They all was going to be making me cry and the people houses we passed bye would yelled out very loud That's that mad woman kids. Yet we did what we had to do so Mama would feel better. It look likes it was a long 10 miles walk but it was only one and a half miles though the woods. We walked, we ran, we even skipped and finally we made it to granny. Sit down for look like two minutes and off again to bring it back so mama could get better. We heard the people and we didn't hear, because it had gotten to be a broken record, because we knew our mother being okay only matter to the twelve of us. When we made it around the corner It was cars, trucks and all kind of people in and around our house and my sister was standing bye a long black car crying calling us to hurry up and get here. When we reach the black car I could not see a thing My brothers looked in the window of the car and started crying I was saying pick me up pick me up then and only then my sister pick me up and said Your mother is gone I said gone where, what that covered up in the car that is mama I want her back I kept screaming and no one came to help us but Mrs Eulla Lee and the next day has being the same until this year 2003 on mothers day Thanks for my Kids.

Arlean Morgan