HerStory

One day my Mother decided to move again.  I don't remember the move, but I remember the little house we moved into.  This time it was sort of in a little cluster of houses sort of like a small village.  I can't remember how many houses, but there were several.  And we were not on top of a mountain or at the head of a holler.  This place was called Salt Rock, West Virginia.  Across the road in front of our house lived a girl just a bit older than me.  She became a very goo friend later.  In a larger house down the small road lived two boys.  They were twins and were very big and fat. Later I found out they were mean.  Now my baby brother Wink was big enough for me to take outside.  Someone had made a small wagon like bed with wheels for me to put Wink the baby into and pull him around.  I can't remember who made it for me, but I could now take him out for rides and play in the sunshine.  Oh what joy!  I felt so grownup...

 I am still looking for a Christmas.  I don't know if there wasn't any or that we didn't have money to have Christmas. Or if there was some reason for me to forget.  Well, I will just keep on looking. We moved again.  We must have lived in the little house in Salt Rock all winter, because I started to school there.  I must have been about four and a half years old because my little baby brother is just four years younger than me.  I remember that there was some discussion about my being old enough to go to school.  The school house was not very far away from our house although we had to cross the railroad tracks to get there. The schoolhouse was a very small little building with one room.  I can't remember the teacher, except that  she was very kind to me.  I did not have a desk in front of me because I was excess and there was no real desk.  I can remember having to hold my tablet on my lap and trying to write on it.  This was...