5 with plenty of food and drink. I remember once when some of my family died, people came for miles around and it was a custom to put baked potatoes in the coffin, and before we went to bed, for I was a little girl, they would have prayers, and then all the people would bawl right out. Oh, yes, they'd cry and cry and sometimes become hysterical. Land sakes, when I think of it, the ones who bawled the loudest and made the most fuss wasn't even any relation to the corpse. Manys the time when someone'd die, that is neighbors and the like, that lived out from our place, in the country more, my aunts and uncle would take about everything they could lay hands. on. Once when someone died that didn't amount to much my aunts didn't want to get anything ready, but my uncle made them bake up bread and pies and roast meat and the like and take it. He said that 'soul’ needed ‘lightin' through’ the same as anyone else, and just because they was poor, they needed more than anyone else.
Oh, yes, they'd drink and smoke and set up all night telling wild stories, and each one telling more lies than the others. My aunts would always chase me off to bed. Yes, if we went to a wake at anyone's house, it was expected that we stay all night. The men folks would set around in the kitchen, takin' turns to set with the corpse, and manys the time I heard of some wild carrin's on. Some one said that once the men got feelin' good and decided to take a corpse up to set with them. My aunts said it was nonsense, that the ones they said done it, was scart to death of a corpse and wouldn't even go close enuf to see if it was cold, let alone 'tech’