Manuscripts/Mixed Material [Mrs. Whelchel]
Mrs. Sam E. Whelchel,
1391 Miller Reed Ave., SE,
Mrs. Whelchel might be described as “good stable peasant stock”. “Reliable” would express her in a word. She is tall, large-boned, and has a definite tendency toward “heftiness”. Though her uncorrected figure is well under control at present, one can see her firmly-bulging calves are but a prelude to ultimate general massiveness.
We found her seated in a rocker on the front porch, comb in hand, finger-waving the hare of her little girl. On the banister beside here was a glass of water which she occasionally dipped the comb. With every movement of her body the chair teeter-tottered over the warped floor boards.
The house itself was a weather-beaten frame bungalow painted green and trimmed in white. It looked none too substantial and the disproportionately large gable that formed the roof of the porch seemed to put a threatening strain upon the slender two-by-four posts that supported it.
“Mrs. Whelchel pretended to a great show of self-disparagement when we explained our visit. “Lord, what's there to write about me?” But at the same time she obviously was pleased that we had chosen her and was just a bit fearful that we might take her mild deprecations too seriously. “Well, what do you want to know?” We suggested that she tell us about her family.