“My mom and I used to piece quilts together. She’d go down to Sears and get remnants; then we’d cut them into little blocks, place them, and sew them. We made up the patterns as we went, and when the quilts were done, we’d put them on the beds. All the time we were sewing, my mom and I talked about church and about the community. We stayed home most of the time because there weren’t any shopping centers to go to, but sometimes on Saturdays when we were older, she’d let my brother and me go to Beale Street. We’d ride the bus down, then just walk around and look at everything. We were too young to do much and we didn’t have any money, but we’d go over to the peanut shop on Main Street and get us a bag of Spanish peanuts for a nickel. It was fun going down there by ourselves, but we always had to make sure we got back on the bus and got home before dark."
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