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I Believe God Put Us Together – 2

April 22, 2013

This is an excerpt from my second book, “Memory Harvest of a Sharecropper’s Son,” which is now available in Amazon Kindle format and in printed format. This story is more about my late wife.

Not only was Billie a beautiful lady, but she was a wonderful person. She bears a distinction that few people today have. She was born in a tent on her grandparent’s farm. Her parents were helping the grandparents and there was no room in the small house, so they lived in a tent in the yard.

Billie was very much like her father, who was one of the finest men I ever met, although uneducated. Her parents were sharecroppers in western Oklahoma. Billie began driving a tractor at a young age and could do anything on the farm that a boy or man would normally do. Her father could repair almost anything mechanical and Billie always helped him.

Although, she could do just about anything on the farm, one task she really hated was chopping cotton. She also did not help cook in the kitchen, another sister helped their mother with the cooking. But, she became a good cook after we married. She taught herself how to sew on her mother’s treadle sewing machine. She became an excellent seamstress. She made much of the clothing we wore, including some of my suits and sport coats.

When we first married, she did not like to go into the grocery store without me. She did not like meeting new people. We took our laundry back home each weekend and she washed our clothes with her mother. They had to draw water from a well, heat it and use an old wringer-type Maytag washing machine in the yard. She would not take our laundry to the laundry room at the apartment where we lived. A few times I took our laundry to a local Laundromat by myself.

I was working at FortSill as a radar instructor. When RCA lost that contract, I accepted a transfer to Grand BahamaIsland as a computer/data handling systems technician tracking missiles. I moved Billie and our two children to an apartment next door to her uncle and aunt in Dallas. Her parents had also moved to Dallas a few months earlier.


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