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To russell guerin
From: Shannon Kidd (skiddl6@knology.net)
Sent: Wed 5/04/11 12:52 PM
To:	russell	guerin	(r_guerin@msn.com)
My thoughts on my childhood growing up in Napoleon, Mississippi. It was a wonderful life looking back on it. Back when you were poor and didn't know it. There was nothing to compare your life with no television only radio and a good imagination.
PAPA AND HONEY
My Maternal Grandparents
Emma Della Daniels and David Jhue Murphy
I lived with Honey and Papa in my early years. Mother worked and I saw her on weekends. I had more love from them than I can even imagine. I never knew that we were poor back then. I never thought that my feed sack dresses and occasional bought dress were any different from what my cousin in the city had. We always had plenty to eat, a radio, good books and an imagination. I had a playhouse (four poles with a tin roof I provided all the rest of the furnishings in my minds eye) Norm would have been proud!
I know I was proud none of my friends had even that.
Papa and Honey were always there.
They had a love that was a model for all. They would pull their platform rockers together and hold hands while watching television.
Once after they had been married over Fifty Years. Honey told Papa, ?you better be good to me Jhue because you will never find another one like me?. He replied ?Lord, Emma I hope not.? Both were laughing all the time.
Honey, a person of great wealth, not in coin but in knowledge, understanding and love she guided me to be the person I have evolved to today.
Papa, a person of love, hard work and soft heart and he always had a smile for me.
Papa and I walked to church and Sunday school every Sunday. I do not remember Honey ever going.
When he worked in the field he would let me ride on Creole?s back while he plowed.
One day on our way to the field, he looked back and I was standing up. He of course made me sit down.
After lunch, most days in summer, Papa and I would take a nap in what was called the storm room. Wooden shutters no window pains. It was built on one end of the back Porch when some tornado had tom up Uncle Clifton and Aunt Ruby?s house. They lived