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the one in Texas, but then when Willie had been coming to see me for awhile, I learned to love him and dropped all the others as I knew he was the only one. He made a wonderful husband and father for our children. We had our little ups and downs through our 61 years of married life but we always worked things out some how. Jealous (marked through and scratched out) was with both of us was our biggest problem. I made a mess of the word Jealousy. Mrs Laura Miller was one of the most wonderful friends I ever had. She was a mother to me when I was small. They lived about a half mile from above our place and when I was eight years old I'd walk up there and she'd comb and curl my hair. She said she'd give anything if her girls would have brown curls like mine so sure enough, when her twin girls were born one was a perfect blond with hair as straight as an arrow and the other one a perfect brunette. The brunette had beautiful brown curls. Blond's name was Laura and the brunette's name was Lilly, named after she and her sister. I kept going to Mrs. Millers as long as I was single and then after they moved to Slidell, La., and after Volney my first baby was 8 months old she sent for me to come, that she had some thing for Volney. So I went to Nicholson and caught the train into Slidell and they met the train and I stayed a week so then from then on, I'd catch the train and go spend a weekend. You'd think she was going to eat Volney up. She thought he was the finest baby ever was born. She had made him a crochet dress, white with blue slip and tiny blue ribbons run through the short sleeves and through the waist line. It was customary those days for little boys 2 years old to wear dresses. So that's when she had me to put on her new outfit, white blouse, blue skirt and white shoes and all was a perfect fit. I only weighed 128 lbs. at that time. Then she dressed her sweetheart as she called Volney in his crochet dress and white shoes and took us to a photographer and had pictures made of Volney by himself and one of him sitting on my lap. They were good pictures. She passed away when that awful epidemic of influenza was going around. That was the year 1919. Della was around two or three months old and I was down with the "flu" and was threatened with pneumonia so I couldn't go to her. No one will ever know how it hurt me. I would have given any thing if I could have just been with her before she had to go. Pneumonia was what took her away. She'd had pneumonia five different times in her life. I helped to nurse her when I was 17 yrs old and she lived above our old home. Mr. Miller finally married again but didn't stay hitched very long. He said he never loved any one but Nig, as he called
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