My grandmother Moore was a differcult woman to understand. She could be the most loving and protective person, or she could be mean and hateful. You see, my dad took us one day from our home in Virginia, while my mom was at work, and brought us down to North Carolina to where his mother, Molly Moore lived. I don't even want to know what my mom must have been going through, as she returned home from work and found all her children gone but one . You see, my younger brother Danny, was sickly, so dad left him there. I don't know what happened or how. I don't know whether Danny was alone all day by himself or not. Most likely, he was, left there alone to fend for yourself, until mom came home.

Well anyway, once we arrived in Erwin, we were to stay with dad and grandmother Moore at her home in Erwin North Carolina. Grandmother Moore worked in the cotton mill that was there in Erwin. The house that we lived in belonged to the mill. It had only two bedrooms, so my sister Jean, and I slept on a double bed in the room with grandmother Moore, while my older brother Jerry slept in the room with dad.
You see, my grandmother Moore despised my mother. I never understood why, and as a child on five years old, I was not mature enough to understand much of anything. All I remember was how grandmother Moore continually talked negative about my mother. I think in the back of my mind, that keeping us was her way of hurting my mother. But I'll never really know. After a few months, my mother got in touch with my dad, and pleaded with him, to please send my brother Jerry back so my younger brother Danny would not be alone. Don't ask me why, but they did send Jerry back. I believe that it was just too much on my grandmother Moore to keep him.
It would seem as if my grandmother Moore didn't have a heart at all. But as I grew and matured, year by year I realized that she indeed had a lot of love in her heart. You see my dad, although he did work, did not help support the family. He wasted his money on whatever. I watched grandmother Moore as daily she would slave away keeping a neat, clean home. Work eight hours in the mill, come home and cook, and clean some more. Every Sunday Jean and I were at church. There was never any question of asking were we going to church, we just automatically knew to get dressed to go.
Continued tomorrow, God bless and God save.