Going back a few years I need
to write about Annie and her life in the Holler. She was several years older
than I was in fact she was considered grown by the time I was dropped.
Then there were men that came by to check on her and leave her some money to get by on. Also some of the young men would do some ongoing chores that needed to be done.
Widow Annie Doing the Best she Can courtesy photobucket.com |
She was a young black about
sixteen when she got married to an old man. Some said he was white and others
swore he was just part white. In any
case he owned a good size farm near the end of the Holler.
After about four years of
married life he died from the flu. Annie
was pretty sick but being young and strong she pulled through.
Her mother moved in after her
Son-in-law died and tried to take over the place. After a couple of years all of Annie’s money
was gone and she was in deep debt.
When she realized how serious
it was, she ran her mother off for Ma was trying to sell the place for half
what it was worth. As it so happened
Annie did have to sell half of the farm to pay off the debt her mother had built
up in Annie’s name.
Annie was broke and wasn’t
able to do all the plowing and planting and everything else that it took to run
a farm. Winter was coming and she had
the harvest coming with no money for paying the help.
She finally had to give half
of her years harvest to another farmer for him to save the harvest. She had to sell her part in order to pay for
her seed and taxes on the place.
One day she was trying to cut
some wood, but she wasn’t making any head way when a man came by and said he
and another guy would cut enough wood to get her over into spring.
She said she didn’t have any
money and couldn’t pay them. They said
we know a way to solve that problem. Later
after they had cut and stacked enough wood for her she was set for the winter.
Every so often one or the
other man would visit Annie during the winter,
and the grocer started delivering her some groceries and kerosene every
so often. He would stay and visit for
some time.
Then there were men that came by to check on her and leave her some money to get by on. Also some of the young men would do some ongoing chores that needed to be done.
All in all she had a lot of
company (all male) and was getting along very well. You might say she was prospering but there was
a lot of suspicions talk going around about how she was getting all her money.
One spring Annie built a
large chicken house and sold eggs and fryers. People would come from town to
buy from her. She also raised some
terriers for sale. They sold as fast as
her bitches could have them.
When her mother heard Annie
was making a lot of money she came back, sat down in the kitchen and started to
tell Annie how she was going to take over and run things from now on.
As usual Annie let her rant
on until the sheriff showed up and hauled Ma off to the county line, and said
if she came back she would get ten years in the women’s prison.
When the sheriff returned, she thanked him the
usual way.
One of her dogs turned up
missing and she didn’t know where it could be. She offered a large reward and
she got a call from a person who said he knew where the dog was.
She took the sheriff with her
contrary to the instructions she had been given, and when the sheriff saw who
it was who called her, he grabbed the man and shook him till he bit his tongue so
bad it needed stitches in it.
He then told the whole story
and where the dog was.
Annie was glad to
get her dog back and it didn’t cost her any reward. As Annie came up with more ways to make money
there were fewer and fewer men showing up. She hired a couple of married men and paid
them in cash to run the farm.
She increased her chicken and
egg business and opened a chicken shack where she served the best fried
chicken. As she began to show a little
of her age she sold everything and moved to the city with no worries at all.
To be Continued
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