Meetin’ Uncle Will
I first met Uncle Will just before I turned three, on a day Daddy hitched up our one-horse wagon and carried me and several of my cousins to visit great-grandmother Rebecca. It’s my first memory of seeing her, and from that moment on I knew her as old, mostly blind, and mean.
KeywordsDarkened Room Great Depression Bright Green Back Seat Green Model
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