My Grandmom was born in a tent in SWOK in 1934. They lived in that tent until she was two. Her parents were migrant labor, chopping and picking cotton in season And returning home for the winter where Gramps would work odd jobs. She hated the transient lifestyle, living in a tent in west Texas doing day labor and wanted more for herself. She made a deal with her parents to stay home and keep house for an old couple, pick up the breakfast shift at the diner, and work the evening shift at the soda fountain in the drug store so she could stay and finish school. They agreed as long as they got the money when they returned. She was the first person in the family to graduate high school in the class of 1951.
She was the most vibrant, kind, loving woman I ever had the pleasure of meeting. She never had to touch a hair on my head to discipline me, I’d have never dared do anything to upset her. Sadly we said goodbye to her last month when she was 88. They don’t make them like her anymore
