In the early 1950s there were flimflam men rambling the countryside taking advantage of the elderly and widow women. My father worked at the mill in Kershaw and got all the news a week before it was in the paper. Daddy passed the news to us 10 children and mama at supper every night so we would be aware of such people.
We had to look after Grandma and her two sisters, Sally and Carrie, who lived 300 yards up the road in the big house. We lived in a tenant house under the hill and got our water from a spring, but we had a nice three-hole toilet.