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a chance of him spending the night, so I never knew a time in my life when my father ever turned anyone away. No matter how trashy they looked. He said to those kind come in and sit at the kitchen table and my daughter will fix you some thing to eat. Then when they'd finish eating he'd say you can sit here on the back porch and rest if you'd like and then he'd hand them a blanket and pillow that we kept for that purpose and tell them they could go out to the barnyard and go up in the hay loft and sleep. Then he'd tell them in the morning to come to the house and he'd say here is a wash bench with wash pan and water, soap and towel, and then he'd tell them to sit on the porch until the cook called them to breakfast then they could get on their way. I've seen him put a man and two horses over night and never take a penny. But now when a clean nice dressed man would want to spend the night he'd have Stella to fix the guest room for them. I started telling about the nice looking young man who spent the night, at least two nights. He was traveling through the country collecting pictures for those who wished to have a picture enlarged and put in a frame. His name was Myles Byslina. After he?d been gone back to his home in Napoleonville, La., he wrote the nicest card thanking us for being so kind as to let him stay with us and he said he had never been treated with such hospitality as he was treated while there. So then I answered his card and of course that correspondence went on until I stopped writing him. But I'll have to say he wrote the nicest letters, nothing mush or silly in a one of them, always of what was going on in his town or something interesting. Then I had another "fine" looking young fellow coming to see me, he was my sister-in-law's brother. Name was Perey Mitchell. My dad didn't seem to mind him coming around, but I never had anything in common. He's been dead now for several years also the one I was engaged to before Willie. I've never regretted choosing the one I did for my husband as he was a clean moral man. The only fault he had was he was terribly jealous and so was I. But I don't believe there's any love when there's not a little jealousy.
When I was around nine or ten years old my daddy used to leave me in that big two story house by myself while he'd go to town to get groceries, hog, cow and horse feed. So the only time I ever got scared was when I saw a negro man coming over the upper field fence, so I watched him until I saw him coming toward the house and then I made tracks but kept looking back and when I saw him coming out of the back gate
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