We had a kitchen that had a trap door. There was about fourteen steps down to the basement. My mom Hazel was sitting on the pot downstairs and I ran to the door to see who knocked on the door. I fell down the stairs and mom grabbed me and she finished her business on … Continue reading Trap Door: Betty Carmichael
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Feelings: Betty Carmichael
Dedicated to George I have these feelings deep inside of me. I try to explain, but you just do not see. When I tell you something, you say maybe you lie. But before I’d lie to you, I’d rather die. One night we had a hassle and you got mad. But you do not seem … Continue reading Feelings: Betty Carmichael
Memories: Betty Carmichael
Memories are made of things that happen every day, moments as we live them things we do or say. Little bits and pieces of laughter, mixed tears, paragraphs and pages written through the years. The carefree days of childhood the growing pains of youth, a few illusions shattered in the endless search for truth. Yes, … Continue reading Memories: Betty Carmichael