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I'll be 93 years old in April 22nd, 1990
Jan 20, 1990
I started writing my life's story when I was 90 years young but I laid it aside for a while as I was tired of reminiscing. I got up this morning with a little story back in my girlhood days. One Saturday night they were having a supper at the Woodman of the World Lodge at Napoleon, Miss so I went with my sister Stella and her husband Emile Koch, as he belonged to the W.O.W. Lodge. They had dancing, supper to sell, cakes and ice cream. So a young fellow came over to me and said May I have this dance with you? and I told I didn't dance because it was against Baptist religion to dance, so we stood around and talked and watched others dance as they had a good band. But all the seats were taken so we had to stand up, so I said I wish we had some where to sit down and Curtis Mitchell from Logtown was his name, so he insisted that we go out and sit in his buggy as he had his horse and buggy tied just little ways from the front door and they had lanterns hanging all in the big oak trees where the whole place was lit up. So I never thought a thing about it so we went and sat in his buggy for a little while and talked and there was a bunch of men all out there standing around talking and Willie Hover was one of them and he had never started dating me yet but "boy" when he started coming to see me he raked me over the coals about sitting in the buggy the night of the supper. I said I never thought a thing of it looking bad. Curtis had an older brother who they said was a rounder, his name was Ferdinan. One day he came riding up horse back where I was standing by the mail box. I had to go across the big field to the main highway as they were just building the new highway at that time and I said you have a beautiful animal and he said how about taking a ride and see how nice he travels, he said come on I'll help you up but I told him my father had a lovely horse too, and I could ride him anytime I wanted to. So he sat there a few minutes and talked and then rode on. He was a horse trader.
Another time I made a terrible mistake, not thinking there was anything wrong about it. One night Willie hadn't been going to see me but a few times when he and his younger brother went over to their Uncle Andy Bennett's and asked the two girls who
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