Manuscripts/Mixed Material [James Kerby Ward]
“Now, that's Mr. Ward's pa and ma a-hanging up on the wall. I [?] one of mine, but it's a-needing a frame and I keep it put away in the cedar chest. His pa is a widower and mine is dead but ma is married again. She lives at Lula right on and there she'll stay I reckon. But his pa is a-living in [?]. He's been there about five years, and a-stayin with his oldest daughter. He calls that home.”
She turned back to Mr. Ward. He was sound asleep in his chair. “You see,” she said maternally, “he usually takes a nap when he comes home for lunch.”
At that moment the sound of an automobile horn wakened him. “I get so sleepy every day about this time, if I don't drop off a few minutes, I almost die. That horn means that the ladies that 're a-goin to the funeral with my wife are here. They don't know the man that died; they're just goin to console his sister who's a member of the church we all go to. I don't got to go regular, but the folks go right often. The girls and boy go to [?.?.?], but the boy can't go as regular now that he's a-workin where he is. He makes about as much money on his job as I do.
He makes [$25?] a week and I make [about?] $30. He works for a package house and of course mines drinks too. He wants to [?] and go on the road as a salesman for some good company. He