Manuscripts/Mixed Material [C. M. Deal Jr.]
Blanch, J.C's wife, was busy in the kitchen. Coming to the door she said, “J.C., how do you want that chicken fixed?
“Fried, of course.”
“I mean, do you want gravy?”
“I sure do, the longest you've ever made. Sara Dee and me is about starved.” Blanch laughed, “You always say you are starved and then never eat much.”
“My first pay check on the weaving job was forty six dollars. I felt like a millionaire. I'd stayed with my sister for a while. Her health got bad; she'd gone to a hospital and I'd moved to a boarding house. There's quite a difference in boarding houses and private homes. At my sister's I was one of the family. The food was splendid and served well. At the boarding house you knew exactly what you were going to have each meal. I eat eggs and