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?But suppose the entire population began to worry and stopped buying. Stores across the country would begin to close. Manufacturing facilities would shut down and so many people would be out of work that only the rich would have money for bare necessities. People would lose their homes, farmers would lose their farms, banks would be forced out of business and the entire country would suffer.?
Mr. G. assured me we would be ok because we were mostly self-sufficient and needed little help from outside our own place. He also said people would always need food, which is what we supplied. I felt much better knowing this but felt sad for those who might lose everything.
By this time Roy had dropped out of school and started working full time on the farm. Mr. G. was greatly disturbed by this but said it was Roy?s decision and he could certainly use his help on the farm. Rosa had grown into a fine looking young lady and had begun to play the piano beautifully. I never missed a chance to be near her.
Beverly was growing like a weed and begun to look more and more like her mother. Mrs. G. seemed more frail than ever and the parties and other social activities had declined. She would mostly just sit on the porch and listen as Beverly played.
I had taken over many of Uncle Willie?s chores. It seemed he was having a hard time getting around and was mainly working around the house doing more simple chores. That winter he passed away. I was very sad because he had always been so dear to me. We buried him in a plot of ground near where some other members of Mr. G?s family had been buried. Mr. G. gave the eulogy. He said: ?I have never met a man with the character, honesty and loyalty of Uncle Willie.?
Then one day Mrs. G. announced that she was expecting another baby. She did not exhibit the radiance she had before when she was carrying Beverly. Before her baby was due she was restricted to the bed and we all pitched in to help care for Beverly.
About a week before she was due I went for the doctor just as before. This time there was a great sense of urgency. The doctor arrived and we all gathered in the hallway to wait. We were joined by Mrs. G?s father and mother. We waited throughout the night. I went out to use the outhouse and for some strange reason burst into laughter when I realized for the first time that the outhouse was a two-holer. I felt so ashamed.
Mrs. G?s father talked on and on but looking back on it now I realize he didn?t say anything at all. As some might say, he was just making small talk. Just at the break of dawn the doctor came out and said Mrs. G. had given birth to a baby boy and they had named him William. Then Mr.
G.	asked me to come and see Mrs. G. He and I sat on the side of her bed and I could not help but notice something was terribly wrong.
She said to us, ?Please take care of Beverly and William for me.? We both assured her that they would have only the best. She held my hand and said to me: ?Some day the truth will be known and all will be well.? I had no idea what this meant.
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