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“Dear Betty, it is not my falt if I care about America. Yes I am in the navy now or will be next month and I may stay in the milaterry but you are still swell but you make me mad. Love, Herman Randolph
We stayed out there picking apart his note, for instance his signing his last name. And we both had to wonder if the Navy would teach him how to spell military. Then I put the letter in my pocket and walked …”

“I wrote her back and said I wanted to stay in Richmond and make the best of things, and I apologized if this broke her heart. However, as soon as I got home from the post office I started packing like the house was on fire, and in twelve hours I was on my way out of Richmond, Virginia, where sun was and probably still is very, very handy.”

“I socialized, as had always been my nature, with older women, longtime Kresge’s employees as well as my secretarial instructors. In the main all these women had been raised in Richmond. Nothing much turned their heads. Through these friends, as a matter or fact, I learned how to drink Earl Greg tea with milk, which was rough at first but by sheer force of habit became something I love.”

Your grandmother made me miserable. I couldn’t understand her and I’d become nervous, which seemed to thrill her because she’d push me stronger. But though I can’t say she would’ve cried had I fallen overboard, I also can’t say she was a bad woman. she’d hardened herself to live either way my father, and this would’ve made the best of us mean-spirited. I have difficulty judging her, although she had n

all my life I’d heard my father remark that his mother had been a very strong believer in salvation by grace and that she had led her community’s pacification movement and suffered ridicule greatly during ww1. She sounded very progressive in her thinking, though still firm in her church. And I featured her with a calm nature and gentle disposition and I any times wished I’d know. Her. My mother, however, told

“Thus she meant that if she was married she could help herself from having babies. I told her that she didn’t necessarily have to keep creating new life upon new life. In so many words, if you don’t want butter you can pull the dashed out.”

You’ve worked, worked, worked. You’ve rarely seen Betty wake up and eat breakfast. And now you’re here to witness our daily habits, which are none of your business and cost you nothing. We’ll not stay in the house all day. You stay here! We’re bored! And what’s it costing you, anyway?

Amanda interrupted her leaving to ask what she planned to name the babies.
She told us, Bernard and Barnard, these names going so naturally together.
That fairly took our breath. My mother asked her if that wouldn’t get confusing, which it would. Trudy said, No. she said she intended to call them Pee Wee and Buddy. Then told us all to have a nice afternoon, and organized her children out the door and walked the s

“… even Amanda Bethune, who in 1928 had been declared as having it all. Of course, my mother took one look at Amanda, yanked her up, brought her back to our house, and lent her a chintz skirt and her faux rub barrette.
Although particular people in the community talked about my mother as being silly and view her high spirit in the same vein as telling jokes at a funeral, she was merely refusing to let herself wa