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she did make good biscuits. Well, anyway to get back to where I was telling about going over to Mr. & Mrs. Hovers one Sunday afternoon. Mr. Hover's two sisters and Aunt Ida's daughters, Mary Lou were there on a visit from California, also Aunt Lula, so when we walked in no sooner than we had gotten in the house Mr. Hover came over to where I was standing holding Volney and he pulled the baby blanket off from Volney's head and said Duddy; if you want to see a pretty baby came and look at mine and it made me feel terrible because Idemia was there with her baby Asa and there was only one month difference in their ages. He said this is the prettiest baby in the whole family. So Aunt Lula winked at me and said I think you are wrong, I think Asa is the best looking. So Mr. Hover walked off and never said another word. Mr. Hover always called Aunt Lula, Duddy from a little fellow. After Willie and I were married I called Mr. Hover daddy and Mrs. Hover Mother. I suppose it was because my parents were dead. I know they both loved me. When Mrs. Hover passed away the three girls come to me and asked me if I'd bath and tend to their mother as they said they know she would rather have me than anyone else because when she was living she wouldn't let anyone else do anything for her but me.
After I married and went to Mrs. Hovers to live I took all of the hard work off from her. Such as sweeping, dish washing, sweeping yards, pumping all the water on wash days for washing, scrubbing floors also to use in the house. I wanted to help her in her garden but she said no; I don't even let Dink help in my garden. Mr. Hovers name was Joseph and nearly everyone called him Joe but Mrs. Hover called him Dink. She was strictly boss in that place. It was kinda hard for me at first to get used to being bossed, especially when she'd tell one I couldn't go here or do this or that because after I got into my teens my daddy let me go where I wanted too and do as I wished. Unless it was some where that he thought I shouldn't go. Then he was never demanding like she was. He'd always say daughter; I'd rather you wouldn't do this or that. I most always told him where I was going, that is, after Willie and I started going together. A few times I never told him like when we'd go to a dance at the W.O.W. Hall in Logtown and the one in Napoleon. He didn't approve of dancing although sister Emma told me she had seen our father and mother both dance, even she had danced with him when she was eleven years old (I meant Emma was eleven). She said he was one of the most graceful men
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