When I first thought of writing this blog, I really had great hopes for it. Oh, I had planned on sharing my childhood dreams and things I did that made me, me. Something happened along the way and I really have not shared anything with them.
I really believed people when they told me things. I guess I still do. Mother taught us the night prayer --- Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep. Mother had a corner what not shelf, and on one of the shelves she had a little black boy, eating a watermelon. She also had a statue of Jesus. Every morning when I woke up, she said I would not speak to anyone till I had gone over to the shelf and said, "Good morning little black boy, good morning Jesus."
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