A Long Remembering
“The longest thing I remember is the time of the sickness, and my father that was making four straw mats for four brothers that died, and that couldn’t afford coffins. The bodies were put in the mats and were tied up in them. And the second thing I remember is the people digging in the stubble after the oats and the wheat; to see would they meet a potato, and sometimes they did, for God sent them there.”