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us. They lost their farm to “Mr. Hoover’s depression” and had no<br />
place to stay neither. Daddy was so mad when he came home<br />
and found out Pop was living with us, he vowed to leave and<br />
never come back.<br />
Mama says the Depression didn’t make much difference to<br />
folks like us. We never had nothing anyway, but I remember<br />
when she used to get all dressed up in her suede high heels<br />
and dangling ear bobs to go dancing with Daddy. We seemed<br />
like we had a lot back in them days. I’m the oldest and I can<br />
remember more than either of my brothers about the good old<br />
days before we lived with Pop and Grandma. Willy, my oldest<br />
brother, is just barely eleven and Bud, the baby, is near about<br />
eight years old now. Boys don’t seem to pay near as much<br />
attention to stuff as girls do. I asked Willy one time if he thought<br />
Mama was pretty and he said he didn’t know; she was just<br />
Mama. But I think about stuff like that.<br />
Mama is prettier than anybody in the movies. Her hair is<br />
long and wavy when she takes it down out of them rag rollers<br />
and it’s the exact same color as sorghum molasses in the<br />
sunshine. I want to look just like her and some folks say I do, but<br />
I can’t see it. She named me after her own self. Her full name is<br />
Elizabeth Abigail Fox but everybody calls her Queenie. I don’t<br />
know why. She says she always wanted a baby girl so when I<br />
was born, she just decided to name me Elizabeth Abigail, too.