Cotton Field Memories

Evelyn, Renee, Tommy, Angela, Elvis

While living here, we were SO poor. We were on food stamps and eating nothing but beans and peanut butter and bread. Sometimes we had jelly. Dad coped with his lack of a job by making fun of how poor we were and trying to make us laugh. Most of the time, we did but there were times where he just made us extremely mad to where we would stomp off to our rooms.

The problem was that none of the house had aircondition except for the window unit in the livingroom. Well, we quickly came back out of our room into the livingroom with the rest of the family.

Sometimes I think back at how poor we were and we had nothing to do but to sit around and be together. Now that we are all grown up and making a little bit of money, it makes me miss those days even more.

Being poor has it's bad times, but it also has it's good times when you have a loving family that wants to be together in the end. We weren't abused, so it made it eay being around each other; unlike most of my clients today.