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(Handwritten) 2nd version
(Handwritten) Begins on page 8 of original story
(Handwritten) Guess we had moving fever
(Handwritten) Ga-2B

I and my Daddy and about all our kin I knowed about was always renters,
share croppers, or worked on somebody else's place for wages. Reckon us
never found any place we wanted. Seems like come next we'd find the right
place to suit us, but we never did."

"Was my folks Georgy folks? No, sir, leastwise before I was born they
come over from North Carolina and rented a place in Pickens County. Course
it was a long time after I was born before I come to remember moving so
much, but I reckon I got things all straightened out in my mind from time
I left Daddy, so I can tell you how many times we've moved and if you want
to ask me any questions I'll try to answer them.

"No, I wasn't the only kid in the family. Oldest of seven, all living.
Don't know much about them - scattered here and yon. Seems like folks
now-a-days don't hang together like when we ^ was ^ boys and girls. I remember
I was always strong for a kid and laid off corn ground for Daddy when I
wasn't but twelve years old. Wasn't long after that I was doing a man's
work along with Daddy and I stayed pretty close around them parts where
I was born.

"Yes, my first wife was born and raised close about there too.
Her folks was tenant farmers too."

After pausing a moment to part his voluminous mustaches and spit in
the fire, he straightened back in his chair and resumed, "That was in '96.
Reckon we was like most young folks, wanting to get away from things, so
we went a piece further south and I got a job running drill in a gold
mine. After I'd been there about two years, pay dirt played out and the
mine shut down, so we moved a few miles to south of there and worked in

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(Handwritten) These are editions of a story which has been re-edited & is going through the mill