Last Updated on February 12, 2014 by Roff Graves

My youngest years were spent growing up on a small cotton farm near Shamrock Texas. We lived way out in the country (20 miles or so). We had no indoor plumbing or electricity.—Way behind our modest house there was small shack of a house. That is where the Black family of cotton pickers lived when they came to help us. I can remember that small house but I can’t remember any windows in it. Folks, that is where that family lived–now we were poor but can you just imagine how poor they must have been! Memories–may try to paint it–olRoff

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