Ginny’s Story Part 7

From the time I was three years old; church was a very important part of our lives. It was the one place nobody judged us for being poor. Our neighbor lady Mrs. Colvin would take us to church, and Daddy would pick us up after Sunday school. Momma, Daddy, and Brother Larry never attended church. I don’t know why, it seemed natural for just us girls to go.

After church we usually went to Aunt Nell’s for Sunday dinner. My Aunt never had children of her own. She loved us kids, especially Linda. After her husband Uncle Albert died, Linda stayed with her so she wouldn’t be so lonely. At first she stayed for several months, then only on weekends. I tried to stay with her too, but missed my Momma so much Daddy had to come and take me back to our house.

She lived on a nice farm with a beautiful white house and many barns and out building for us kids to explore. The house was always spotless. I can close my eyes and see the shiny hand carved woodwork. In the mid sixties she had running water installed and a sink and toilette. Indoor plumbing was something we didn’t have until we left home.

Aunt Nell was an excellent cook. She would cook two or three meats, tons of vegetables, salads, several pies and cakes, and homemade rolls and butter. She made a sour cream peanut butter salad that we all loved. She also made my favorite orange carrot Jell-o.

After dinner the adults sat in the living room with their coffee and visited. That is when we learned children are to be seen not heard. We knew better than to interrupt their conversations.

One Sunday afternoon we were outside playing at our house. Larry fell and cut his head wide open. He ran into the living room and told Momma he needed a bandage. She said we don’t have any bandages. Larry said yes we do. He went into the bedroom and came out holding a blue box of Kotex in one hand. With his other hand he was trying to wrap a Kotex around his wounded head. Momma was so embarrassed. A picture of a rose was on the front of the Kotex box. From that day forward Roses was what we called Kotex’s. I’m sure she never told him what they were used for. In fact I’m still waiting for that girl talk.


5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. tsonoda148
    May 29, 2011 @ 05:08:54

    Love it. I can just picture the kotex around the kid’s head. Precious. Good story Mary!


  2. Barker Babe
    May 29, 2011 @ 07:13:10

    thanks, you should have seen the look of horror on Momma’s face. we nevertalked about such things, love ya mary


    • tsonoda148
      May 29, 2011 @ 15:23:31

      Which is really surprising given that you are so open now and have been since I’ve known you. Thanks goodness. HUGS


  3. Mary Ann
    May 29, 2011 @ 17:42:42

    Hi Mary ;Loved this story lol brings back a few with my brothers lol love ya xox


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