Tuesday, April 05, 2005

When I was a wee lil' feller

I spent a week with my Aunts whilst Mother had surgery of some sort. I was probably about three-fours years old at the time. My Dad came by and picked me up when Mother came home. I don't remember this, but they tell me that I met him at the door and said "Boy I'm glad you're here! They're a'starvin' me to death!"

This was evidently because they fed me beans and taters, cornbread, squash and okra instead of hotdogs, hamburgers and pizza.