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my age so after my father had bought the place, Mr. Holliman told Mr. Bennett he'd have to find another place to live. So my father spoke up and told him he could stay right on there until he got his house built. He was building his home about one half a mile from our place so that's what they did. Mrs. Bennett told me several times how her baby Irene and I pulled each others hair in the play pen. The oldest girl was deaf and mute. Some call them dumb but my niece in North Carolina who teaches the deaf and mute says it makes her angry to hear them called dumb because she says they are as smart as any one else. Lovenia was the oldest girls name but everyone called her Sweet. They took her after she was grown to Jackson where they had a wonderful school for her kind. Although she only went the one term of school you'd be surprised to know what a wonderful change it made in her life. She had the prettiest handwriting you've most ever seen and learned manners and so many other things, but because the parents missed her so, they wouldn't send her back. ?What a shame!" There was a little one room school house just a little ways from the Bennett house where the children of several families including myself went to school. I went there four terms there in Gainesville one term when I was around the age of eight and a half. Then when I first went to live with sister Emma and Jahue I went to Logtown school at the age of six. I even remember my teachers name, Miss Aresie Casinover. The teachers names I had when I went to the Bennett school was Irene Echiols, Mary Smith who later married my husbands brother Arch. The other two were Johnny Holden and Jimmy Smith. Johnny Holden never taught but half of one term so Theresa Starks finished his term. There was a lot of trouble came up during her teaching period. I won't go into all of that because it would take four or five sheets of paper to explain the whole thing. Of course, a lot of it was caused from jealousy and ignorance on one families part. Anyway then, the last school I went too was St. Joseph's Academy. And was the last.
To go back to the hog killing days I forgot to tell how cold the weather was, the men would have to stop cutting meat and go to the fire and warm their hands & feet and they would almost freeze before they could finish cutting it up. They claim that was the good old days and it was; to a certain extent. I've made many a batch of sausage, hogshead cheese and backbone stew but none was ever as good as my mother-in-laws. If I live to be two hundred years old which my doctor, Dr. William Buffat told me
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