Virginia Pate in the swamps
A poor widow, Virginia Pate, allowed me to share a bed with five of her children in a shack far out in the swamps. It always gets cold in the morning when the stove goes out and since the children pulled the covers over themselves, I had to freeze the first night. So the next morning the mother set to work repairing old quilts. Never will I forget her, and almost every year since I have been back to visit her.
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