trading produce for photos

I was born in 1923 and now that it is the year 2000, I got to thinkin’ back on my childhood in the 1920s. Maybe it’s a good thing that we don’t remember everything about our early years. Maybe it’s good enough that we learn about it from what others tell us. Much of what I learned about my early life and my cousins’ came from visiting our nine aunts and uncles. We visited them as often as we could. In each house there would be pictures – photographs – of each child, hangin’ or sittin’ on every empty spot. I wondered in later years just how many pictures of kids and then their grandkids they were given and just where they managed to put […]