Visiting on their street
We went visiting on their street, the poor's street, where my great Aunt Virgie lived . I remember it as a big house but a raw house. No paint outside or inside, and it was very weathered with the gray dried out look, only age can bring to a wood house. I don't know why, but I thought it was big. I don't remember seeing any part of it but the sagging front porch and the kitchen. There were a lot of kids running around there, in and out, slamming the front door. Aunt Virgie and Uncle Hershal were sitting on the porch, always, when we went there. Momma and I sat down on one of the chairs there on the porch. People used to have extra chairs out on their front porch for people to sit on whenever they stopped by. l didn't feel connected, even though they were family. Delilah might have been the closest girl to my age, but I guess she was already thinking about marriage because I remember her ending up down the street with a family in a house of her own. We didn'