The sting of the Great Depression had hit with a blow so severe that many people were sick and desperate... some even died. Mama had tuberculosis and she was one of those people. Her untimely death came.
Later, Daddy met and married a much younger woman from North Carolina. She stepped into our lives with a force so destructive it made the Depression seem dull and not out of the ordinary.
We had Aunt Lucy, a short black woman with skin the color of midnight. Her large black eyes twinkled like the Evening Star. We children loved her with a love that only Elizabeth Barrett Browning penned.
This is my story.